He said we were strangers, yet I still remember his Embroidered Spring Saber.
The young man who promised to marry me at seventeen returned to the capital at twenty-seven, already a consort favored by imperial grace.
The red ribbons still hang on the temple's wishing tree, but the person I waited for died in my memories.
Theme: Learn not only how to take hold, but also how to let go.
I have a hunch that He Chaosheng is not a good person.
Well, it feels like there's a beginning but no tail.
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Well written! Wait for the extra story
Someone, someone! Someone has read it. Your writing is so beautiful.
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Big! Begging for a sequel!