Qing Meng Yin

In modern times, she gave up her four-month-old child and refused to be a "mistress", even though she was deceived... In ancient times, she met him, he was sinister and domineering. She married him with a piece of paper, but was once again "mistressed". On the wedding night, she told herself that if she didn't love him, she wouldn't be hurt. She resigned herself to it, just to run to freedom one day. She still fell in. She was willing to give up her belief in love for him. When her love was so dark, he pulled away as if nothing had happened... Another four months, another heart-wrenching scene, the child is gone, the love is gone, four months, it seems like a curse, is it a punishment for her? ______________________________________________________________________________ She didn't have a peerless beauty, but she was like a orchid growing in a deep valley, yet she was full of fragrance. In just that moment, she lived in his heart; He is the sleeping lion, the king who looks down on the world. He loves her more than life, but he has to force her and hurt her, even if his heart is bleeding, just because he wants her and wants her to stand shoulder to shoulder with him... He was a romantic and suave man who doted on three thousand concubines, but for the sake of her, he was so deeply in love with her that he was willing to take just one gourdful drink from her. His love was strong and reckless, but in the end it was too late. A lifetime of persistence only resulted in a lifetime of misses... He was so heroic, with his most beloved brother on one side, and her as his confidant on the other. His midnight dreams came back to haunt him, who could understand that his depressed and lingering heart was filled with love for her? And he was obviously the first to meet her, but the first to lose her, just because of the damn "sworn brother and sworn sister" relationship, but he understood her, and he would rather be her brother, at least he occupied the only position in her life. And he and he, who are about the same age as her, can't help but feel awkward with her. He likes to see her pouting when she's angry, and he likes to see her jump around and act clever, but he has to protect her. It turns out that this is also a kind of love, but it has nothing to do with the wind and the moon. How lucky she was to be able to meet him, him, him, and how helpless she was to be able to meet him, him, him. She had no choice but to remember it silently. Just because, in this life, the next life, and the next life, her love can only be given to one person, and she will follow him in heaven and on earth.