On the eve of the war, they broke up unhappy.
On the day of the war, she fought for his throne in the deep palace.
Unexpectedly, as fate would have it, what she had been waiting for with full expectation was the sad news of his death in battle.
After more than a thousand days and nights of waiting without complaint or regret, what she summoned was an idiot husband.
I can no longer see his eyes as bright as the morning sun, and can no longer hear his voice as clear as water.
If her willfulness is a sin, then what is his sin for forgetting?
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