She looked down at the city and saw the sword-less and golden-armed horse. From such a long distance away, that familiar yet unfamiliar face suddenly reminded Su Jin, the last empress in the history of the Jiang Kingdom, that the first time she met Rong Jin was when she was twelve years old, the most beautiful and ignorant years. It was an entanglement between three people, the bond between past and present lives...
Rong Jin, is it really wrong for you to say you like someone? I don't want to pursue this answer. After all, I should be wrong once in this life. It's just that I was too completely wrong and too stupid. ——Su Jin
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