It takes ten years to get across in the same boat, and it takes a hundred years to get to sleep together.
She waited for him for a thousand years, exhausted all her beauty, and finally got the blessing of getting married to him. But five hundred years later, what he still loves is just a face that was as gorgeous as a peach and plum in the green years.
She finally understood that the so-called fate is just an obsession
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