The day I entered the palace was the time of late spring when the sun was warm and the grass was growing and the orioles were flying. The palace chariot entered the palace around Yang Lake, and the willow branches on the bank of Yang Lake had already turned a deep emerald color. And my best friend Yu Yan was shot dead with an arrow at the end of the long street the day before I entered the palace.
All that remains in my memory are the few wisps of peach blossoms flying outside the royal study in late spring, and the face that made me feel lost.
The life-long fate between Nan Luo and I was severed from the moment the feather arrow left the string at the end of the long street.
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