In the forty-fifth year of Tianshuo, this so-called rebirth made me become another "me". I almost became a lunatic when I lost my memory. The dangers in the palace, the common enemies between sects, and the fog of past and present lives. This is Zhang Zixi's fifth year in Yanjing. The confusion caused by her memory disorder has not affected her judgment, ranging from palace grievances to unsolved cases among the people.
But I didn't expect that another layer of truth would be revealed in the end.
"Meeting you would only be a mistake!"
——"Is it the comfortable life that makes you lose yourself?"
In the same year, he or she reached adulthood. . .
"Looking back at dusk, bridge to bridge, road to road. I have no desire and nothing but wish you safety and success, and happiness every year..."
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Intention: Re-examine yourself. The comfortable life has blinded your eyes. You may listen with your ears, but can you really hear clearly?
