"The geese run out of books and it's hard to send them, and I worry about so many dreams that they can't come true."
The marriage certificate sent was returned, and the everlasting alliance was no match for the sadness of being unable to send all the letters.
After all, he didn't dare to ask her face to face or see her.
The majestic monarch of a country can only look to the northwest alone in the dead of night, silently missing the lover who devoted everything to him, and recalling every moment of his past relationship with her.
With a small hope in my heart. "Aying, if I die, will you come and see me?"
He never imagined that one day, he would kneel down in front of her grave, and could only cry and regret while holding the cold stone tablet.
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