The emperor clearly has the same appearance as Atang, but he is not my Atang.
I used to think she was a pitiful person, but it turned out that the pitiful person... Was me.
In the summer of the fifth year of Ming Dynasty, on such a hot day, I coughed up blood. At that moment, I felt a sense of relief and satisfaction. I folded the handkerchief slowly and locked it in my makeup box.
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