Qu Wanying knew that Xiao Zhirong, described in history books, was blind and good at witchcraft. Later, he behaved like a madman and lost his virtue. After his death, no funeral ceremony was held and he was not allowed to be buried in the mausoleum. Even his name and posthumous title were not recorded.
The person in front of her was modest and restrained, as gentle as jade. Even if she couldn't see him, she never felt sorry for herself. Qu Wanying felt that she had recognized the wrong person.
Later, standing next to Xiao Zhirong.
He asked Qu Wanying if she knew her own ending.
Qu Wanying touched the corners of his eyes and rubbed them carefully. "I can't remember clearly. It doesn't seem like there was any great merit or deed. Even if there was, I wouldn't let it happen."
Xiao Zhirong lowered his head and smiled, with lingering eyes.
Motto: Time is so short, but love and hatred are so long