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I promise you a bridal procession of ten miles of red bridal attire, will you, my love, accept?

   "You promised me a ten-mile-long bridal procession, how could you change your mind? Why did you lie to me?" A woman tightly embraced a corpse, still slightly warm. She murmured softly as she held him. Those who had come with her watched in shock. Memories flooded their minds like the wind. He was the God of War of Shu, a figure of unparalleled power, his presence bringing ruin to every city. He exuded an aura of royalty, yet he and she were like a divine couple, destined for each other for life. But now… The woman, holding him, her eyes shifting with emotion, told them she was lost in memories of him. She snapped out of her reverie, stood up, and forced a smile, saying, "You should go first. I want to fulfill his wish." Seeing the forced smile in her eyes, they knew what she was about to do, yet they were helpless. They knew that this was also a kind of relief for her. This departure might mean never seeing him again. So they smiled and said, "Yes, don't let him have any regrets. We'll be going now." After turning away, they could no longer hold back their tears. After a long while, when they went back in, they saw a beautiful woman in red standing beside the corpse. Although they didn't speak, and although they already knew, the sight still overwhelmed them with grief! Tears streamed down their faces silently, making a soft dripping sound. They realized this wasn't a dream; she had truly abandoned them for him.

  Five months later, in an inn, a woman asked a man, "You lost your title of God of War just to marry me. Do you regret it?" The man replied, "No regrets." The woman smiled contentedly. "That way, I haven't let down my good sisters!"

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