Who says childhood sweethearts must be love? The green plum tastes sour and the bamboo horse is bent. When they meet, they are either beaten or kicked. I am the third young lady of the General's Palace. I entered the palace at the age of twelve. I suppressed my playfulness, hid my scheming, and pretended to be cowardly, but I was sharpening my sword in my heart. He is a sinister and domineering man, but he provokes me again and again. I don't love him, and I don't know who loves me. I only know that the person I love hurts me again and again, but I am like a moth to the flame. If love is not available, that's it, I will let go and give up my attachment. But who would have thought that once they escape, they will continue to have countless lingering relationships. Since you love me, why do you keep it in your heart and refuse to say it?
