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That was her forgotten and confused past as a human being.
She clumsily raised her hand to cover her face, holding the handkerchief as large tears fell drop by drop.
She had been just an ordinary girl, hoping to spend her life with the one she loved in the best way possible.
She didn't want to become like this.
She also wanted to see whether her child was a boy or a girl, whether it had the same cuteness her mother said she had as a child.
The flowers on the withered vine had withered completely.
Turning into dry white petals, they drifted to the ground one by one.
The talisman paper stuck to her back slipped off, its traces already faint.
It was then that Tang Jin put away the horsetail whisk.
In the young girl's eyes.
She knew everything about herself, her own hardships, yet remained unmoved, completely impervious to temptation, cold and cruel.
But she raised her hand again.
Not the kind of raising hand just about to find a good place to stick the talisman paper.
