Proud and cute princess vs. Cold and slow general
With the only belief in his life, he had supreme glory and brilliance.
Her only wish in life was to change the world's perceptions and ideals.
An accidental encounter, a strand of hair brushed past the ear, leaving a cold fragrance.
He didn't dare to look up, but he still imagined the woman's delicate face.
At a dinner party, he finally saw the woman clearly, but he saw a woman with thick eyebrows, thick lips, and high cheekbones.
Murong Qing was drinking at the banquet, but found a scorching gaze among the countless glances.
The two looked at each other, only to be disappointed.
But he didn't expect that in the future, that strand of hair would be entangled with Mo Tong's hair, becoming indistinguishable from each other.
The general, who had always been invincible in battle, watched with his own eyes as the city wall was broken open and the enemy troops poured in. He closed his eyes in reluctance.
The princess, who always loved cleanliness, picked him up regardless of the blood and sand all over his body, leaving only the flying dust behind.
