Once, she said with a sarcastic look, "Jing Fange, please don't touch me with your perfume-stained hands!"
That year, the peach blossoms were in full bloom, and he wanted to please her, but she received a ruthless slap in the face. Jing Fange, don't lie to me, don't lie to yourself, you know that I only want to be his unique one!
Three years, how long? She watched the butterflies dancing around him, watching him ascend to the throne of the king step by step. She was happy for him, but also heartbroken for herself.
He said, Yi Qing, for so many years I have always dreamed of her flying in from my dreams, wearing a snow-white wedding dress, and her eyes seemed to be smiling. She said to me, Chu Fan, remember to marry me in the next life.
She smiled tremblingly, but tears were rolling down her face.
How much love is hard to express, how much love is destined to be taboo.
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