"Green Silk Hate"
The wind and rain in Kyushu devour Menghua, whose home will frost and snow reach in the end of the world?
The dark hair on the temples is bitter and full of hatred, and the departed soul laments that it cannot be him.
Has anyone ever told you that a hundred years of love and hate can only last a moment, and it is better to give up for a moment of joy and sorrow?
If there is, that person must have experienced it and understand it.
It's a pity that people in the world always realize things later and fail to learn the lessons from the past.
The year she left, it snowed heavily in Hanjing.
The overwhelming whiteness plunged the entire capital into inexplicable mourning.
Only those close to the founding emperor of Dachong knew that the woman he loved most in his life passed away this morning.
This woman, who had lived a legendary life, was destined to die quietly, with a blanket of loess covering up all the romance.
Within ten years, a generation of emperors also left.
——If possible, I would rather not have met her.