In the dream, she was kneeling in a courtyard overgrown with weeds, her eyes were hollow and numb, and sometimes sneers and curses came from her ears.
She was thinking, who is she?
Is she Hu Chacha, an independent woman in the new era, or the concubine of the good-for-nothing prince, or a socialite traveling around the world, or Rong An, the executioner who massacred the Xu family.
"Xiao Yu, I don't blame you."
On that day that year, a woman dressed in white passed by her, and she had not been heard from since. Only then did she realize that there were some mistakes that, once committed, were punishable by death.
"The crime she committed should be divided into five parts!"
In the court, everyone blamed her for their mistakes. What could a weak and powerless woman do?
Year after year, day and night, she died long ago, but she has witnessed one era after another.
When the sunset shines, at the end of the mountain, someone seems to be calling her home.
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I've finished the story I wanted to write. Let's write this for fun. If you want to scold me, do it in private.
Purpose: When the country is destroyed and the family is destroyed, who can still be a little white flower?