"I want you to be my concubine!" She let go of his hand and smiled faintly, "I don't want your universal love. What I want is ultimate love. Can you afford it?" She said ultimate love, not endearment. Love this person throughout your life.
When she went through the day and night, she finally found the person who would hold her son's hand and grow old with her, but their identities did not allow them to exist in the entire history of the Qing Dynasty.
They are the blood droplets who will never be mentioned in history, but are talked about by future generations like myths.
They are like reeds, floating things, swaying with the wind, if they float or stop, if they are there or not...
Thanks to [Amnesia King] for the cover~