The wife of a lady who plays music, chess, poetry and painting is infatuated with the concubine, a natural-born beauty who is a beautiful sister.
On a snowy night, the snow is flying.
That year you sold yourself to bury your mother, while I was rich and powerful.
On a snowy night, the snow is flying.
That year you had all the grace, and I was as cold as ice.
On a snowy night, the snow is flying.
That night you looked like a peach blossom, and I lost my heart and soul.
On a snowy night, the snow is flying.
At that moment, you and I were dependent on each other in life and death, and we were haunted by each other in our dreams.
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