He grew up at the top of everything, and was only one step away from ascending to the throne of the pinnacle of power.
He is so lucky to have a sister, wife, lover and sister who love him at the same time.
But he was so unlucky because he was unable to protect them according to his own wishes. But he could only watch as they were involved in the torrent of their own destiny.
Everything that happened suddenly made him even more confused. He couldn't tell who was the enemy and who was the friend.
Because when dreams and reality, family and friends, emotions and responsibilities, all these things conflict with each other. How can we distinguish between good and evil, right and wrong?
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The painting building is not empty, the Guitang is still there, and the peach blossoms are still there. Thousands of words have made it difficult to hold back the tears, and I have no plans to keep Yi as before.
The song ends and the candle fades, love is broken and hate is reversed. How can one know what is right or wrong in the past? I haven't woken up from a frightening dream, but my ghost has already reached the ninth level.
Let me explain the poem "Treading on the Shasha".