She came here as a "little patch" from another world. She was obviously a cannon fodder, but she had to show some color in her life.
Please call her a daughter.
If you don't do it, how can you get seven peach blossoms in a row?
Oh, six paragraphs...
Okay... Six and a half paragraphs...
Let's see how the golden slave escapes from the peach blossoms that are becoming more and more charming.
Love, hate, sorrow, joy and sorrow...
She guarded the country, but not her heart.