In fact, I really should finish Meng Po's bowl of soup.
Then, at least she would not be confused for a moment every morning in front of the sunlight penetrating the curtains, whether she was Princess Yuxiu of Dayi, or an orphan Yan Qing whose parents divorced and grew up in a relative's home.
Someone told her that the world is balanced, and when a person dies, a new life will be born.
Yuxiu survived in Yan Qing's place and inherited other people's memories, but like a child who slipped into an adult's shoes, it always made her uneasy inadvertently.
However, the sunshine outside the window is so good. It is so good for her to be alive. If she could not think of the memory of Yuxiu, if she could not be entangled in loving and being loved...
Ps: In fact, this is an article that is disguised as the entertainment industry, mixed with the essence of ancient proverbs, bloody past and present, so-called past and present life, and occasional convulsions. . .
In fact, I suddenly wanted to write about the entertainment industry. . .
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