Mrs. Xiutao was as beautiful as a flower, with fair skin that was even prettier than the pear blossoms in March, and the faint pink blush on her cheeks made her even more delicate than the peach blossoms. There were many aristocratic children and sons from aristocratic families who pursued her at that time, but she did not lie. After she moved into the Buddhist hall, there was even a rumor that she would observe mourning for her relatives for three years.
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