"Why do people always love briefly but hate until death?"
Emperor Huang's face, stained with his own blood and as graceful as a peony, remained as beautiful as ever even after death. It was only when her hands trembled that she could no longer hold her, stiff and cold, and fell into the dust - she realized that she was so sad that there was no more tears to shed.
She wanted to reach out and touch the face that had touched her heart so much in her life, but her raised hand suddenly stopped in mid-air. Just like the past, she sighed, her hand fell on her face, and she lowered her head without moving.
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