"As a woman, I am so miserable! You are your husband, and you are so betrayed! My beauty is childish, and I drink hatred and die. My loving mother is in the hall, and I cannot support you. Qiluo Xianguan, I will retire from now on. The pains and sufferings are all caused by you. Li Jun, Li Jun, I shall bid you farewell now! After my death, I will become a fierce ghost, making your wife and concubines uneasy all day long!"
The voice said the words of farewell that day, but there was no resentment as before. The decisive words had become lighter and thinner after years of cleaning, as if they were separated by mountains and rivers, an immeasurable distance for too long. They were the words of a beauty to herself, the murmurings of an idiot, a wound that no one could heal.
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