Looking back suddenly, I wonder if he still remembers inviting him to ride with him? That gentle smile in the sunshine became the fetters of her life, making her willing to spend a bleak life in the deep palace with red tiles and high walls.
Everyone said that she was too submissive, but they didn't know that deep down she was also strong as a modern woman.
She was about to leave, but he told her viciously that she would never escape from his grasp in this life. She thought he loved her, but why did he let other women have sex every night? She thought he didn't love her, but she clearly saw love and depression in his ruthless eyes.
If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly?