That afternoon, she was forced to the end of a long street.
Her vision blurred, and a white figure appeared before her.
Light and shadow played across his face. He was the one who saved her.
She began to believe that this was a gift from Heaven.
But she couldn't see what kind of secret lay hidden behind him.
She thought that after meeting him, all her pain would finally end.
But why was her heart withering away, little by little?
A gift, a calamity, a gift and a calamity.
You are both a gift and a calamity. (This line comes from the internet.)
"That night, I dreamed you were holding my hand tightly. You said you hadn't loved me well, and that you felt guilty."
"The glorious age I've been waiting for has arrived, but you won't be coming back, will you?"
"Am I your Consort Yan, or the eldest daughter of the Jiang family, a stranger to you?"
"The roses in the imperial garden have bloomed. They carry her scent."
The eldest daughter of a merchant family and the eldest son of a general's household.
An imagined setting, with no real-life counterparts.
A bad ending. [The male lead is a scumbag. Read with caution.]
This is the author's first time publishing a story. Please be kind.
Theme: Cherish the person in front of you.
The author will update soon!
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The language of the whole text is fluent, the writing is relaxed and natural, and it can be regarded as an excellent work. The characters are vividly depicted, making people think, and unconsciously inserting the readers into the text.