I vaguely remember that when I was young, someone told me that I was born noble, born in the expectation of everyone, and that I would be free all my life. But later, someone also told me that I had charming facial features and a naturally curvy appearance. Although I was not quiet and sweet, I was capable of charming a country. This person later died, and his words came true. I had great trust and reliance on the previous person at that time. But one day his words were wrong. I was no longer noble and favored by thousands of people. I was no longer free and free. I had no home. I was even on the run every day. I saw with my own eyes that the person I trusted the most killed my family. He Looking at me on the high tower, his face was stained with blood, and he was holding a sword dripping blood in his hand. He looked at me momentarily. His eyes were not as gentle and delicate as before, but dark and gloomy. From that look, I saw an answer: "I will kill you." I knew that I I was really going to die, so I ran away. I ran forward desperately on the long palace road. I didn't dare to look back, because I was afraid that what I would see when I looked back would be the long sword in his hand, or the bayonets of the officers and soldiers. Fortunately, I survived, but every time I dreamed, the picture of my family's misery appeared in my mind like a lantern. , And the dark eyes on top of the city tower. I will never live with humiliation for the rest of my life. After taking off my gorgeous coat, I am just a poor man with no one to rely on in troubled times...
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