He misunderstood the innocent and kind-hearted her, and when he wanted to make up for it, he was stabbed to death by her own hands on the second bridal night. She followed her fate and married into the palace, but she did not get any love. Eight months after they got married, they had very little contact. The full of expectation, Bao Bai, died in the endless waiting. But is this all a dream? A dream? Ba Bao woke up, wondering whether his heart, which was as black as fur, could withstand this decisive loss; whether his hands, which had been stained with countless blood, could restore your disappearing back.
Everything happened so quickly, I thought it was the flowers that had finally blossomed after seventy years of searching, but I didn't expect that the fate had come to an end just after we met. Under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree outside Shijiu Pavilion, the tears of an old man with a white beard were shed. That was the place where Immortal Liuying had been.
After searching through all my memories, I only found the only one, you, Baibei. I miss you very much.
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