In the quiet and deep Changhua Hall, the sparks of several red candles were flickering. The carved wooden windows where magpies were hanging on the branches were wide open. The wind blew into the bedside tent and blew up the sachets hanging from the four corners. The woman on the bed was silent. Looking closely, the bed was already a bright red. Her moon-white belly was soaked with blood and sweat. A few strands of wet hair were stuck to her forehead. She was still breathing, but she was dying.
Since spring has been known for a long time, why bother to keep the glory.
Maybe it's not that she doesn't understand, it's just that she can't do it.
Changhua Palace ends with Bai Yinghua's death, but the story about Bai Yinghua has just begun.
Purpose: To warn those who are addicted to love but cannot love it. In this case, there is no need to worry about one person.