The powder is still fragrant and the dew has not dried, and the icy skin is still timid in the cold dawn. The people in the north of the agarwood pavilion are like jade, smiling in the east wind and half leaning on the railing.
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She has a beautiful face, but has a rough fate.
Some people use her, some admire her, and some forget her...
These people think they are smart, but they don't know that God has turned the wheel of fate to her...
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Disclaimer: This is my first time practicing writing. The writing is poor and it is only meant to entertain others and myself!
Since it is a fictional novel, there is no historical research and it is just made up. The plot is clichéd. If you don't mind supporting me, I would be very grateful~