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In the heart of every woman, there is a simple and beautiful wish, hoping that one day, on a day of scorching peach blossoms, she will put on that red dress and walk ten miles down the red carpet, and at the end there will be her beloved who will hold hands with her for a lifetime. But after that tragic battle, when I took the dagger from my father, the first thing I did was burn the wedding dress that I had embroidered by myself. The blood flowing in my body destined me to be unable to stay away from the temple and stand in the light. That man was my destiny in this life, and in the end I was just a chess piece in his hands. Later, when I wore a phoenix robe and a red dress, I would occasionally think of the young man who sat on the eaves under the moonlight and threw a bottle of wine at me with a smile. The ambiguity that sprouted for the first time was like a fantasy dream, which I ruthlessly buried. When you meet the right person at the wrong time, I think I don't have that much to bet on, so I might as well use my useless flesh and blood to be a stepping stone for his future, so that I will have no regrets in my life.