Forced Marriage to a Royal Concubine Is Hard to Break up With

Now that I have left my past life, my old friends are far away. Don't sigh about the history of history, and don't think about the mountains and rivers. Iron and blood, love and hatred, right and wrong are eternal matters, and we know gains and losses. Whose eyebrows miss whose smile is like a flower? Whose appearance has messed up whose family, country and world? Who allowed it? Rivers, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, picturesque, Who abandoned whom? The world is far away in this world. The paper full of nonsense is gone, the heart full of hope is burned, the snow is falling from the sky, holding hands to see life and death, It's just a loneliness in a prosperous age, just a song of illusion and obsession.