"Everyone in the world knows that after a hundred years of human life, the prosperity is fleeting, and how unwilling it is to taste all the prosperity. But let me say, if a person doesn't even have the right to die, why should he be a human being?" Wen Jiu had no expression when he said this, and just looked at the pot of wine on the alcohol lamp in front of him quietly.
It became a habit for her to ask Long Shou to play tricks on her behalf; Lu Jizhong kept watch for her for countless nights; Li Hou lost his life because of her brother's rebellion, but no one could enter her heart. She could pray for Longshou's immortality, shed tears for Lu Jizhong, and bear the pursuit of the Li family's imperial sect for Li Hou, but she knew that she could not be moved by them, or that she could not be moved by anything. She thought that all she had was the heart that chased death.