From the beginning, she was a victim of power. Finally, she escaped from the prison, but lost her protection. Happiness was still out of reach.
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If the day comes, can you let me go?
Su Muzhe
The pillow is fragrant, and the smell is leaking. We meet as promised, chatting after dusk. The season is cold and people are sick. Drinking wine, pear blossoms in the field, the east wind makes you thin all night long.
Covering the silver screen, hanging green sleeves. Where is the flute being played, and the tenderness of the pulse is slightly amused. The moon is bright and red cardamom is broken, the moon is like that time, and the people are like that time?