For him, I have long since lost the fluttering heartbeat I had in the beginning, and what is left is not the strong love that I felt after knowing him for two or three years, but a dull and dull feeling that has been worn away by time after many years.
It's not that I don't like it, but it just doesn't have the warmth and liveliness it once had.
Those memories of the past cannot arouse the long-dormant enthusiasm. It seems that all the oaths and entanglements of love and hate have gone away.
What's left is just hopeless spring and autumn.
But I'm only twenty-eight years old, and I'm already like an old lady sighing about my past and wanting to live in peace for the rest of my life.
This obviously doesn't look like me, this is obviously not me.
In the past, I was obviously the second young lady of the general's palace who was fearless, and I was the fearless Xu Jingyi who dared to argue even in front of the current emperor Li Qin's brother.
She was once a well-known pretty and charming girl in Chang'an City, and she was also an inexperienced little girl who met Xie Yang at the Lantern Festival when she was sixteen years old and could not even speak.
He was a puppet who was coaxed into Suzhou by his sweet words and stayed there for twelve years.
Love it? Yes.
The once quirky little girl, the famous second lady of the General's Mansion, also quietly studied the books of one or two sages. How could she leave her hometown and abandon her parents with a few sweet words and come to this strange place thousands of miles away.
But the throbbing of the girl's first menstruation, the words behind her that supported her leaving her hometown, and the memories that still bring out sweetness when she thinks about them, have long been consumed by him.
Purpose: Since ancient times, beauties have had bad luck, and the most ruthless emperors have