The king is the wife, the wife is heaven and the husband is earth.
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"I just want a child." A few drops of clear tears flowed from the eyes of the man in white who was kneeling on the ground. The man had a handsome face, with a bit of a scholar's air. His eyes were slightly closed, and his long eyelashes hid the look in his eyes. His hands trembled slightly and he grasped the corner of a purple-clothed woman's clothes. He seemed to have exhausted all his strength in this grip, and his body slowly collapsed to the ground without support. The woman turned around and sneered, "You want a child, fine, I'll let you have a child."
The fortune teller said, Your Majesty, don't you regret it?
She said: How can I regret it? I have no intention.
The sorrow of the past life and the reunion in this life, where should she and him go?