That day, the wind blew so hard that her clothes were blown open and her hair was swaying in the air.
"If you're dead, you're dead. Why are you crying?" The man lying beside her gasped for air, his chest red with blood, but he did not lose his elegant demeanor at all.
She lowered her eyes and said, "Uncle, sometimes, death is also a kind of luck. I have to walk alone in the evening to see all the corruption in this extreme glitz."
The setting sun stretched the shadows of the two people very long. Under the brilliance of the Xuanwu Gate, there was an unspeakable dripping blood.
The heroine's autobiography:
I would often stand alone under the stage, waiting until the play on stage was about to end, and then walk up to disturb the originally peaceful lake.
I don't distinguish between black and white in the world. I only vaguely believe that what I think is right is right, and what I think is wrong will eventually be annihilated as time goes by.
If you are born in glitz, you should do glitzy things. This world is so big that neither you nor I can escape.
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Since the timeline of the Sui and Tang Dynasties is relatively messy, most of the age settings in this article are not in line with historical facts. Light spray~