The Willow and the White Lotus

The Willow and the White Lotus

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How does it feel like to love someone who doesn't love you, and to be loved by someone who you don't love? Yi Mi Die, the most humiliating Empress in Great Hua's history, knows. She understands heartbreak like the back of her hand, and was a victim of betrayal. 'Was' is the key word. She who had nothing, who died alone and cold, only wished for time to rewind, for everything to go back to how it was before she married...and revenge. Her wish was granted. *** *PS* The art is not made by me.
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Love is a fragile thing. It can be nurtured, like a delicate flower in spring, blossoming under warmth and care. Or it can be neglected, left to wither under the weight of indifference until nothing remains but dust and regret. This is the story of a love that was once whole, then broken, then lost entirely. A love that burned brightly in the heart of a Queen-so deeply, so fiercely, that it consumed her. And a love that the Emperor never recognized until it was too late. She loved him. More than she should have. More than he deserved. She had given him her loyalty, her devotion, her very soul. And in return, he had given her nothing. Not his trust. Not his protection. Not even his mercy. Her love for him had died long before her body did. If fate ever gave her another chance, she would never love him again. But fate is cruel. Death was not the end. She would return, reborn from the ashes of her suffering. Not as the woman who once waited for his love. Not as the Queen who had begged for his favor. But as someone who would never waste another moment longing for him. This time, it would be his turn to burn.

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