The room was deserted, and there was cold gold paper pressed under the blue and white cup with branches. The paper was smooth and made it feel even colder in the hand.
"The sword is beautiful and demonic, but it lives in its scabbard."
The North Sea is surging, and its reefs are covered with feathers.
The dying daughter Su Jin is unable to do anything
My Majesty, I am unable to do anything.
…"
It was in small regular script, but he was shocked to see it, as if she said with a faint smile - people can't want everything.
In the past, they were in the wrong position, and they missed each other unspeakably. However, fate took a full circle, and they returned to the peak of prosperity, and he was still alone.
A voice called out cautiously: Your Majesty? He suddenly felt that the sadness at this moment was like a dam breaking...
Out of tens of thousands of people, it turned out that there was only one solitary person.