[Queen, actually... I have never loved you. The last ray of light passed from the eyes.
The white snow in the sky gradually spread, and in the hazy moment, he seemed to have arrived at the imperial garden many years ago.
Under the plum tree where they met was the string of red necklaces he had buried.
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In the next life, I will meet you again in the next life. At that time, I will not be the emperor, and you will not be the queen.
Then I can spend my whole life loving you, will you wait for me?
Sorry, I love you
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