The years pass by when you splash ink, and your beauty will fade away at the snap of your fingers.
I finally burst into tears when I vaguely saw the word "small pupil" written by you in Luoyinglangbo's handwriting.
You only know that I, the prime minister's only daughter, am very capable, but you don't see my deep love for you.
Since the inner demons are fighting and the sword of wisdom cannot cut them off, why not fight the souls and souls and let me use my stagnant ink-colored life to awaken the original image of Jinghong.
Riding a horse to gallop towards your palace, everything seems to be falling from the branches of the years like a sudden scene, and it touches me all over.