This is a story I wrote a long time ago. I recently looked through old works and found it again, and I was struck by it. I feel that although the writing is awkward, the feelings of my youth are sincere and abundant. I originally wanted to name it "Three Sighs of the Han Palace", but later I thought it would be "Three Layers". It tells three independent but interrelated things. It is very short and outlines the life of Gillian and the two men who love her. I feel that the length is enough.
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