The wind picked up.
The heavy clothes were lifted up by the wind, covering my pale face.
How many years has it been? How long have you been in this lonely place? It was only about six or seven years, but it felt like a lifetime.
It's because I'm tired of it.
I clearly remember every seasonal change in this pavilion. The flowers and plants bloomed and failed, flourished and withered, spending their long and lonely lives. And I, watching them here, slowly withered away.
A long time ago, someone once said to me that the most terrifying thing in the world is time. That was a poor woman. Her originally glorious life ended abruptly with a man, but she had no complaints or regrets.
But I don't want to be so miserable.
I'm tired of such an unchanging life.
From the beginning, I was not involved in the drama.
Forbidden Palace, Imperial City. At first, I admired all of this with such beautiful and innocent eyes. Now that I think about it, it is really ironic.
Now I am just the most despised male favorite in this huge harem.
The young emperor who had just ascended the throne impulsively adopted the son of Lord Duan as his concubine. This absurd imperial edict changed my life. Perhaps, it also changed the life of that naive and impulsive young emperor.