Her beloved father died in the war in the northwest, and her own mother did not want to see her. The third girl Nian Rong lingered on the bedside every day, and became a little pitiful thing in the Marquis of Zhenguo.
At that time, she could not have imagined that one day, the most noble man in the world would stay in front of her hospital bed and feed her medicine, while her relatives who hated her would kneel outside the palace for several hours just to see her.
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The state of mind gives rise to the worry of two dimples, and the disease of tenderness attacks the whole body.
Tears a little, panting slightly.
When she is quiet, she is like a delicate flower shining on the water; when she moves, she is like a weak willow supporting the wind.
The heart is one more orifice than the stems, and the disease is like Xizi, which is three points better.
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