In the harem, who will be his pillow? Once you become a concubine, you will never become a queen. It turns out that she is just one of his many women. Her heart is so hurt that there is no trace; her feelings are so sad that they are unreasonable; her love is so overwhelming that there is no chance. Finally, one day, she looked up to the sky and asked: "Slave husband, have you ever really loved me?" If one day, she fell in love with a man who could never fall in love with her, what would it take to go down this long road in life? To love, and to be loved, suffers equally. Should we even abandon our dignity?
