"Your Majesty once said that the love of your life is either one person or countless people... Then my concubine..." She paused, and dazzling blood kept flowing out of her mouth, wetting her lower jaw, as if rouge stained white jade. It became extremely difficult to speak, "Is it the one that His Majesty loves the most among those countless people?"
Intention: The deceased is gone, it is better to cherish the people in front of you
