In the lonely and empty hall, Bai Zizhao raised his head and asked the emperor: "Have you ever loved her?"
The emperor was silent for a long time, and when he thought he would not speak, he said: "I am the emperor."
Bai Zizhao sneered, rolled up his sleeves and strode away.
As a result, only the majestic emperor was left in the hall, sitting quietly on the dragon throne with his eyebrows lowered. At that moment, he almost felt like a helpless child.
The wind carried the faint fragrance of rose flowers. This smell was what he loved.
He said, "But I love her."
No one could hear his words anymore.
She couldn't hear either.
Reader comments
The author's writing style is very good, but after reading it several times, he seems to have given up on it! ! ?
The author's writing style is very good, but after reading it several times, he seems to have given up on it! ! ?