She was an opera performer, and she played the gongs, drums, and harp thousands of times, but she finally received an imperial order and entered the palace. Life is better than a play, thrilling and thrilling.
Wishful thinking, three lives of resentment, and blood on both hands. After the thousand-year wind and snow had blown away and the dust had settled, she stepped down from the queen's throne and walked towards her death.
But what she wanted at first was to live her whole life in peace, to be the little junior sister who knew no worries in the opera garden forever. She could get up early in the morning and let the one she loved put a white jade lily of the valley on her hairpin with his bare hands.
Whoever asks about ruthlessness hates ruthlessness the most, and everyone in the world is betrayed by ruthlessness.
I hold my lovesickness in my hands, but I miss my lovesickness in my mind. I mistook my lovesickness in my life.