I thought that the late emperor was really lustful. He fell in love with every beautiful woman he met. The day before yesterday he fell in love with the one who could write, today he fell in love with the one who could sing, and tomorrow he fell in love with the one who could play the piano. Every day he fell in love with one.
At that time, I thought that if it were me, I would only love one person, just like my father and my mother, we would be together for the rest of our lives, even if she couldn't write, sing, or play the piano. If I do, I will only love her.
But I never thought that I would actually fall in love with a man, a man who can't write, sing, or play the piano, and I've only met him three times.
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