All the promises made in childhood turned into a revolving door when he saw him walking into the hall with the seven-month-pregnant Desert Princess.
And I was sitting next to the dying old emperor, drinking the sweet wine offered by him in the hall, and my tears fell unconsciously on my gorgeous clothes.
In the end, is it love that cannot be gained, or is love that is gained? Love is like a battlefield where guns and oars are wiped out into ashes, but it only lasts for a lifetime while talking and laughing.
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The heroine first person
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Many details are not described, and there are also unreasonable bugs.
I just recorded the story in my mind. Comments and likes are welcome! Thank you for watching!
Intention: Love what you love