Watching episode nine, Princess Margaret, covered in blood on her nightgown, stumbles over to the servant before falling to the ground. I can no longer remember the once arrogant and beautiful woman, who stood in front of Brandon, only glanced at him lightly, and said: He sent someone who was not even a duke (I have forgotten the specifics , which means it should be). From arrogance, to curiosity, to liking, to love, to doubt, to resistance... and finally to despair and sadness - this may be the psychological process that all women are unable to resist.
Or maybe we can, just so that we don't get too desperate to say that she just doesn't love someone. Brandon is a prodigal son, and it is the nature of a prodigal son to like freshness. Therefore, his eyes are always so innocent and clear, so he may only be pitiful - he has no idea how rich and precious love was once presented to him, but was forgotten and forgotten by him. throw away.
And Margaret, she is a rose with thorns, but quickly withers after a short bloom - how many women in the harem escaped this involuntary fate?
Softly love and to love softly,
Dew on the sycamore branch,
By the creaking gate,
Where my heart hurries afterwards,
Through the path of wheat,
Along the briar to that stone,
Under which I lie.
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