My heart began to feel desolate again, like a wasteland with no grass growing.
It happened that rain fell in the city, densely and menacingly. Cold raindrops fell on the back of his hands, wetting Qingyi, the clouds, and everyone in the city. My tears also fell down with the rain, moistening his warm and dry palm.
At first, I didn't believe what I saw that day.
But at this time, I was kneeling in the palace, looking at the concubines and concubines in the harem, crying.
The good concubine was with me, crying hard and holding my hand, saying intermittently: "Little princess, please save my life, please save my life..."