Limit to 500 words: hatred of genocide and overwhelming love.
After all, she couldn't bring herself to do it, so she handed him the bowl of red bean and lotus seed soup, and lost her heart deep in the dimly lit garden maze.
She said: "You know, I once loved someone very much, but he died."
She said: "I hope your majesty can cherish me like an ordinary husband treats his wife."
She said: "You will never find me and be pure for the rest of your life!"
Later, she was under the peach blossom tree, her breath was weak, and she said: "Don't be sad, we can grow old together."
And he, silent, despite the bloody storm, just hugged her tightly, walked out of the cold palace, walked out of the secret room with complicated mechanisms, and promised her a peaceful and prosperous life with his life's glory.