She was a woman who loved many men.
As a mother, she loves her son, not her biological son.
As a sister, she loves her brother, not her biological brother.
As a daughter, she loves her father, not her biological father.
As a lover, she hides her love, waiting for someone?
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The plum blossoms are sparse in the snow, the chrysanthemums are cold in the frost, and they are completely different from the remaining flowers.
Will you appreciate her if she knows people well? Will you fall in love with her? Who will you be to her?
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Back then, when I read your biography, I thought about your majesty and heroic deeds, and my heart was full of admiration for you.
Go to the heartbroken place and find a handful of my daughter's tears.
In this life, we meet as strangers, and we feel like we have been friends for thousands of years. Who am I to you?
Could it be that I am you, the lost half of my previous life; or are you me, the sorrow branded in my future life?
Recalling thousands of years, it's like yesterday. I feel that today is right but yesterday was wrong.
Wait for you another three hundred years, and you will be able to catch up with whoever comes your way.
Reincarnation after reincarnation...
The soul is back! The beauty is alone and will not return?
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Imaginary history, heroes of the Warring States Period, strategic fights, iron-blooded tenderness