What about taking by force? She was the woman who originally belonged to him.
But she just laughed, "I actually don't love you that much."
Breaking the blood oath, breaking the glass knot, breaking the mist valley,
All the hatred brought about by previous lives,
In the corner of love and hate grows the tangled flower of hell.
The past life and the present life are just an age-old joke.
Who belongs to whom, in troubled times, emperors, generals, and heroes, but when the situation changes, a touch of coquettish color smeared melancholy.
I'm about to put on my evening makeup, but the incense has burned out.