Just because I forgot about you from a distance,
Your figure is like an ax carving,
Keep it in mind.
However, you died before you were married.
The country you left behind is no longer a country,
It is a lonely tomb,
It is a silent cage.
The five years of confinement are the desert of time,
At the end of the desert is the sand dune where the sword is buried.
Then, we met again.
The tip of the pen is painted on the old paper, and the story continues again.
My beloved,
Wherever you are, make wine and burn incense.
One is the leader of the rebel army, and the other is a world-famous businesswoman. A tomb robbery ten years ago and the final battle five years ago. What kind of truth is hidden in the entangled fog between the two? This article is a bit suspenseful, so feel free to jump in!
PS: Someone is lazy and decadent recently and updates every two or three days, or weekly.
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