That day, with my eyes closed amid the incense haze in the scripture hall, I suddenly heard the sacred words of your chanting.
That month, I turned every prayer wheel, not to deliver souls from suffering, but only to touch your fingertips.
That year, I prostrated myself along the mountain path, not to pay my respects, but only to press close to your warmth.
That lifetime, I traveled around mountains, rivers, and pagodas, not to earn a better next life, but only to meet you along the way.
That instant, I ascended to immortality, not for eternal life, but only to bless you with peace and happiness...
Only when love has been tangled to its very end can a destined bond become as clear as a mirror...
The heroine is neither all-powerful nor domineering. If that's not to your taste, please leave this story and look elsewhere!
This story is a slow burn, and it is definitely going to be long. What can I say? I'm writing a biography: the heroine's life. Readers, please don't blame me! Don't blame me!
I may write slowly, but not every word is a pearl, and this story can't stand up to close scrutiny.
The story is set in the Ming Dynasty and is purely unofficial history. Please don't read it as a work of historical fiction!
This can only be done here!
It turns out that the heroine lost her memory, so that's fine, let's start over.
It's great to grow up, waiting for updates
It doesn't matter when you grow up~~~~this prince is really not the man you entrust to your life
It doesn't matter if you abandon the past and start over, as long as you are happy and comfortable.
The heroine automatically blocks the past of being a girl and a chess piece.
Has the heroine lost her memory? Things about tomorrow?
It's okay to forget, sometimes what you love may not be the right one!
Damn, you finally updated
I'm really happy to see the update after a few days. I hope the update will be more frequent.