Fish don't know they are swimming in the water;
In a dream, one does not know that one is sleeping;
Waiting itself has no purpose, or is forgetting the purpose?
Traveling through three hundred years, I even gave up my life just to see you again. . . . . . Let me repay all the grudges one by one.
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Going back three hundred years ago, she was Yongzheng's favorite concubine Nian in the eyes of the world. Only he and she knew that they resented each other until their death.
If love is always there, how come hate never disappears?
If I give you another Thousand and One Nights, can I change my destiny and realize true love?