Liang Chutou, the princess of Donglin County, had a sister who was the legitimate daughter of the emperor. She was good at painting and calligraphy. She did not paint landscapes, but only people. He was an undefeated general. After returning from victory, he had a startling glance at the dust-cleansing banquet, and it lasted for eternity.
"Bo Moze, you are so good-looking, how about letting me draw a picture for you?"
"Bo Moze, since I saw you, the people I wrote about all look like you. What do you think I should do?"
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But she didn't know that the words "A Liang" in his mouth were never calling her. "Bo Moze, I won't be my sister's shadow." The immature emotions of my youth have long been wiped away by the endless wind and sand.
"Bo Moze... I'm not that humble."
Yes, she didn't know, she never knew. Whenever she turned to leave, he was behind her, watching her back change from clear to blurry. She was too proud to look back and see everything he had done for her.
"Bo Moze," she chuckled, "you have lost everything you should lose."
What a pity...
He spent his whole life loving her, but she knew nothing about it.