She smiled sweetly and was charming all her life. She regarded him as her support in this life, but he played with her in applause.
"Everyone in the Mo family deserves death!"
When she learned that the person she relied on was actually the real culprit behind the scenes, she laughed without saying a word and jumped off the cliff.
If God is really wise, let her, Mo Qingcheng, have a chance to take revenge.
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Time passed, and she changed her appearance at all costs, and finally stood in the palace again. However, the love that was so deep in her bones had long since faded.
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The king was killed and the government was in turmoil. But she relied on her peerless beauty to walk towards the curtains of another man's bed.
She was lying next to this man, charming and charming. It's just that the cold heart is hard to open.
"Xiao Yao, have you seen that I, Mo Qingcheng, finally have everything." She stood at the highest point of the palace, with a sarcastic sneer at the corner of her mouth.
Did she know that during the most critical moments in her life, there was a man who silently guarded her?
Does she still remember the man who always liked to wear white clothes and always had a faint scent of apricot flowers on his body, and the sadness on his face that couldn't be resolved?
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The entanglement of love and hate is just a passing cloud, and in the end it will disappear. Will anyone still remember you?