Drunk on this mortal world, I wish for one person's heart. A humble couple, growing old together without ever parting. Of the three thousand waters, I will drink from only one ladle.
She is a woman who dares to love and hate, carrying in her heart the grudge of her father's murder. To avenge him, she will pay any price, walking toward the abyss of revenge.
He is an emperor of his age, who loves her deeply and is utterly infatuated with her.
To hold your hand and grow old with you: amid this chaos of hatred, it can only be empty words.
Hatred washes away all love. Only one person remains, growing old alone as they keep watch in silence.
Very good article! I like strong female characters. My writing is not bad, and the plot should be good. I just hope it can come up with something new! Most of the stories about strong women are about revenge, so I need to make a breakthrough. I'm optimistic about you, come on.