In the charming first marriage, I watched you hold my hand in front of others and whispered: Hold my hand.
However, who will grow old with you and your son?
The favor of the king in this life, the dazzling glory, has been infiltrated by many beauties and beauties.
The whole courtyard was filled with frost and snow. After sighing, I just wished I wouldn't be lonely for the rest of my life.
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Question about appearance - That year, you and I met, you held my hand and brought me into your world
The most lovesickness - when we were husband and wife, what was the taste of firewood, rice, oil and salt in the palace? By following you, are you savoring the happiness of having power over the world, or looking back at a desolate dream of prosperity?