The hazy cherry blossom rain enveloped her lightly.
She was the imperial concubine of the Han Dynasty and the golden branch of the Tian family. However, the Han Dynasty changed hands and the palace was stained with blood. The country was destroyed and the family was destroyed overnight.
After being displaced, I looked back sadly and the lights dimmed.
I wish that the Tung Blossoms would travel thousands of miles, and even the Korean language would never stop.
It's all just a dream.