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In Rong Wangshu's life, there were several men. But you ask her which one she loves the most? She couldn't tell. She really took every one of them seriously, but they all made her sad. Shang Fuguang was her sun, warming her and burning her. She once thought He Yuanke was the freshest and most elegant jasmine, but in the end it turned out to be a mimosa with hidden poison. Si Yi, the Uzbek prince who thought he would not sincerely accept her, was the one who stayed with her until she grew old. "I'm tired of the hypocrisy within the wall, and I'm tired of your playing tricks on me. This love of mine started in spring, and it will end in spring."