As dusk settles, autumn frost stains the clouds; longing stretches like a dream. This sorrow has nowhere to go, and I can only watch the fallen blossoms turn yellow. Everyone sleeps, while I alone grieve. My futile song breaks my heart. When we parted, I shed endless tears. In this mortal world, please don't forget me.
When I was fifteen, I would crouch in a corner of the wall at Yonghe Palace, clutching my stomach in pain, and grit my teeth as I said, “Ruyu swears she'll cling to life at all costs, go through heaven and earth, face a hail of bullets and arrows, climb mountains of knives and plunge into boiling oil. No matter what, I'll marry Fourth Master and be his wife!”
Year after year passed. Even after my heart was broken, I wanted to forget everything that had come before. But I was still so easily captured by you. Even when I saw the danger ahead, lonely and forlorn, I would still say to you, “Since you've cut your hair, my love, I'll cut off a lock of mine too. Let's find a place where no one can see us and tie our hair together in a knot of eternal love.”
One night, long afterward, I finally saw myself clearly. I was simply a woman who could take something up, but could never let it go. So I loved you, and from then on, I could never find a reason to give you up. I think that every night, I'll count through all our memories; in every dream, I'll softly call your name. Even though Yin Zhen, the only man I've ever loved in this world, is already gone...
This story spans a long period, and the heroine is neither formidable nor all-powerful. She's the sort who puts up with Si Ye a great deal. If that's not to your taste, enter at your own risk. Many readers have asked about the background music, so I'll mention it here: it's “Rolling Red Dust” by Chen Shuhua and Luo Dayou.
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In Westminster Abbey, King Edward's gentle kiss brushed the bride's lips. His words, audible to only the two of them, grazed her pale cheek as he whispered in her ear, “Smile, my girl. Someday you'll see that tomorrow is always more worth looking forward to than yesterday, just as life is always more vivid than memory.”
The bride habitually raised an eyebrow, her bright green eyes fixed unflinchingly on the king's. “Your Majesty, as you wished, I have become your wife before God. Is there still something you're dissatisfied with?”
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The author's writing is very good, the story is logically coherent, and the characters are successfully created. There is no awkward love at first sight, and there is no forced charming design. The heroine is smart and single-minded without any wavering love. Yinxiang is deeply and forbearing a lifelong love. As the hero, Yinzhen is a bit disappointing as Ruyu's favorite man. If the love for the little rice cake is because of his brother Nian Gengyao, then what is Liu Xueer's modest concubine? This Yinzhen is so unfocused and unaffectionate in love that he is not worthy of Ruyu to love him like this. Is it because Ruyu gave her true love first? Let's talk about the one who loves him first. Sure enough, he is more disadvantaged. Yinzhen is just relying on Ruyu's unwavering devotion to him. Ruyu will not stop loving him no matter what, right? This man really has no heart, and the idea that the love of an emperor cannot be exclusive is just an excuse for him to comfort himself. Couldn't he still see clearly what Yu'er has done for him over the years? Did he not question his heart carefully or did he have no heart at all? It would take decades before he knew how to cherish Yu'er because he was afraid of Yu'er's accident due to the earthquake. I feel deeply unworthy for Yu'er
Hey, wait for the next life```
Dizzy! I pressed the wrong key. Flowers for supplementary points A little regretful More memorable
A little regretful However
Da Da is such a loyal Fourth Master Party, making a woman love him all the time.
The extra chapter is not great. There are too many poems missing from the whole text. Orz
I read it in one sitting and was very moved. I really hope that there was once such a woman who loved 44 deeply and was loved by 44. His coldness made me feel distressed, and his revenge and forbearance moved me. If he had known it underground, three hundred years later we, the 44 Party, would still be supporting him so enthusiastically and affectionately. With a classic film like "The Yongzheng Dynasty" to rectify his name and fairly evaluate his merits and demerits, I believe he would be able to close his eyes with a smile. The more I read 44's articles, the more I become obsessed with him. The more I read, the more I feel that this man is both strong-willed and strong-willed, yet also tender and affectionate. Big love~~ Another small recommendation: Youyou Qingtian's "The Fourth Master's Party" is worth reading for 44ers. The image of 44 she depicts is really the image in my mind, and I have fallen in love with 44 ever since. Author's reply: Thank you for your support!
The bird song at the end of this chapter reminds me of the faint bird song in the prelude of the copywriting music "Rolling in the Red Dust" Author's reply: I see it very carefully.
It's so good that I can't express it in words. The author replied: Thank you dear for the compliment.
Why in the next life? How many next lives are possible?