He said that when he comes back victorious, he will promise me a phoenix crown and a harem of flowers and a lifelong love.
I believed him, and I decided that he was the person I had entrusted with my life. I had been waiting for him for ten years in this deep mansion.
Ten years later, he was already a general, with cold light and iron clothes, and high spirits.
Zhang Lang is already in golden armor, and I am sad and have no words of love from now on. In the past, there were many bamboo groves, but now we only play farewell songs.
Look at this foot of withered grass, the charred wood, and the desolate fallen leaves in the garden.
This is where I end up, a desolate old house with a bone.
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