Because there are so many elements that condense temperature for it. They are never two people, love, marriage, pregnancy, children... These are not two people's affairs, but countless people make it together.
The concubines, brothers, the Chun'er, the government... These people stubbornly freeze the ice cube tightly, and make it bigger and thicker. [】
Breathing is so fragile, feelings are really far less than the tenacity of life, walking faster than time, a trace of warmth, silently, between fingers, lips, in the heart, in the blink of an eye... all the beautiful past
, silently.
It took a long time for the emperor to lean inside, and his feet were staggering. It was so difficult to even take a few steps to get to the bed.
However, no one helped him. The palace maids, eunuchs, guards... were not alone by his side. Only the woman around him had her eyes on him, but the focus was not there. She looked at him but could not see him.
Whether he is weak, painful, sick, or dying life, she doesn't care at all. She is like a wandering soul, she doesn't even have the strength to love herself, let alone love others.
But he kept staring at her, seeing that she was dressing strangely carefully this day: the thick queen's robe had not taken off, the faint powder on her face had not been wiped off, the phoenix hairpin on her head, and the ears were still there.
Pendant... She seemed to be wrapped in a pile of jewelry flowers, but even so many jewelry glory could not hide her brilliance. Her face was pale, and a little blush slowly came up, like a piece of nothing
A lotus flower blooming on the angry snowy ground.
Water lotus.
Water lotus.
It is no longer in the pond in July and August, and the world is full of blooming. Between the world, there is only this pale lotus, with a kind of haggardness and vitality that is incomprehensible, as if it was the last breakthrough
, Beautiful is beautiful, but it is so cruel.
After using all the last little strength to bloom once, I can never wait for the next spring season. People live for a lifetime, plants and trees fall in autumn, and emotions are only a short moment of impulse.
What comes down is endless mutual torture and make do with each other, and it takes a long time...