"If I had never come here, would I never have met you?" The woman asked with a smile.
The man's hand was hanging in the air, and he didn't know whether to put it down or hold it.
The woman's slender jade fingers like spring onions caressed her cheek, and her smile became more and more public, like the flowers blooming in hell, "But I have never regretted it... Am I living... Such a useless person?"
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She is the most famous young lady in the capital. She is good at playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and she is as beautiful as an immortal. He is a ruthless and ruthless prince who fell out of favor. He killed his brother and usurped the throne and was notorious, like a Rakshasa from hell.
One look back, a lifetime bond. She gave everything for him, only to have her family destroyed; he was foolish and reckless for her, but in the end his heart was broken.
"Holding my son's hand, I will grow old together with you. With the harp and harp at my disposal, I can't help but be quiet." She would never be able to do that in her whole life.