In that vast yellow sand tapestry, the sky and horizon interweave into a magnificent picture, and every grain of sand seems to carry ancient stories and unfinished love. The setting sun is like blood, dyeing the edges of a middle-aged man's hair with the golden edge of time. A few strands of white hair whisper in the whisper of the wind the glory and vicissitudes of the past. He, the King of Nanfan, had complicated eyes at this moment, full of endless love and reluctance for his daughter who was about to marry far away - Princess Ronghua.
