I only love this once in my life, and his betrayal makes my hatred stronger.
We are crushed into powder in the hatred, and the hatred is also mighty. Who makes me the royal princess and the future queen!
A few years later, I planted Ling Xiao on his tomb with my own hands.
A few years later, the flowers are red and fragrant, and that is still my love. Loneliness is desolate.
This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss.
My name is Si Yunqiao, and the person I miss is Shang Lingxiao.
