I leaned on the couch quietly and watched the snowflakes flying in the sky outside the window. Suddenly, I seemed to see the blue oil-paper umbrella slowly floating towards me again.
So many years have passed, and the beautiful face under the umbrella has long been blurred into one piece. Every time I look at it, all I see is a coquettish, ghost-like smile. It is still the same all living beings who are fascinated.
"Hede, you never understand what love is." He chuckled, "Because you are my sister, and the same blood flows in our bones." I looked at him incredulously, and the smile gradually faded from the corners of my mouth.
"My favorite sister, the whole world is in my hands now, and Liu Ao is just a doll at our mercy. Even Wang Zhengjun, an old woman with a lot of wealth, can't touch us at all? What else are you dissatisfied with?" He narrowed his eyes and looked at me sharply, as if he wanted to see through me, "Don't you want my back position?"
"Feiyan, I don't want anything." The throne, the emperor's favor, glory and wealth are all passing by to me.
If there is anything I want in this world, there is really only one thing.
That is your heart, Zhao Feiyan, your heart.