Lin Xuesheng once met a sincere young man who wanted to earn a lot of military merit to marry her.
Later she married his brother and became the prince.
In the first year after the prince's death, Lin Xuesheng once again saw the once bright boy.
Wearing a thick black dragon robe, he looked at her through the twelve crowns, with cold mockery in his eyes.
"So, you like this kind of thing."
"Tell me earlier and I will help you."
Bai He was locked up in the magnificent palace and played with day and night.
It took a long time for the young king to realize that Lin Xuesheng was not the one he liked from the beginning.
It's because he didn't have it in his life, so he had to force it.
Intention: There is no such thing as all forms, only self-transcendence.
