The Traversing Story of a Modern Mistress: The Red Dust Could Be Mismatched by the Tears of an Actress

Last night’s carved railings and jade buildings had become the ruins of the past and present.

The former emperor, a graceful banished immortal, was now bare-chested and naked.

She looked into his murky eyes.

She had long since stopped questioning her past mistakes.

She only wanted to accompany him through the last four years of his life.

Even if you fall into the abyss of eternal damnation,

She had no regrets.

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