Falling flowers lightly apply some plum makeup,
In the dream, the waning moon reflects on the branches.
The flowers sigh tenderly on the worldly road,
Avalokitesvara shed tears in troubled times.
Looking back at that moment, she was unwilling to accept it. She wanted to clear up her grievances and grievances.
Who will be the prince? It just depends on who marries her. Piece? Huh, no.
She was never one to accept her fate. Don't sigh, if you want to blame it, just blame yourself.
A dream will last forever, and you will wake up after being drunk for thousands of years. When will the phoenix rise from the ashes?
Qinglong, you betrayed her. In the end, it was you who failed her. This is the case for three lives.
But this life is doomed. You are the king, and she is subordinate to you.
In the mortal world, I recalled everything at that time, but left with a slight smile.
Marrying him, how can you know that it is not a blessing? What you get from a lifetime of fighting is ruthlessness.