She was born into a martial arts family, but because he liked red makeup, she gave up her military uniform and waited for his marriage.
On their wedding night, she waited for his arrival with a smile, but found out that he was having a great time.
She held back tears and pain, thinking that he might be temporarily confused.
She was looking for reasons for him again and again, hoping to regain his love for her.
She put down her dignity just for him, but got his disdain.
In patience again and again, in surrender again and again.
He still seriously injured her for the sake of another her.
She thought that if there was an afterlife, she would not love so humblely. If there is an afterlife, she will not cry again for him. If there is an afterlife, she will no longer love him.
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She was born into a wealthy family and worked hard to build her career, but that's when she met him.
She concealed her edge for him and was willing to be a little woman.
She gave up her original career for him and was willing to be an ordinary woman.
She believed in him so much that she could leave her parents and the place she was most familiar with just for him.
She once thought that he loved her as much as he loved her.
Only to learn that it was just a joke and that in the end he was just doing it for another person.
I didn't expect that I could feel so much pain, and I didn't expect that I loved him more than I imagined.
It turns out that she guessed the beginning of the story correctly, but not the end of the story.
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Somehow, everything returned to the starting point, when she in ancient times met him in modern times, who was so similar yet so different.
Will she be able to let it all go?