He is a fine thousand-year-old sword, hidden in a thick bronze scabbard. It is hidden in the still water and does not reveal itself.
She is a rose that blooms in the dark night, charming and ever-changing, as clear and unfathomable as an ancient well that has existed for thousands of years.
He wears the cloak of justice, is decisive in killing, and is sinister and cunning, but he can't hide his true nature as an animal.
She struggled in the mortal world, true and false, right and wrong, right and wrong, good and evil, life and death, unable to find a balance point.
He has his deep feelings and no regrets, and she has her never-to-be-forgotten feelings. Two people with different personalities and two complicated worlds are like two parallel lines, but they accidentally intersect.
That year, at the grand wedding, she wore a snow-white wedding dress and quietly stared at his hurried away figure.
That month, the peonies in the courtyard were in full bloom, and thousands of pink roses were wrapped around her. The young man locked her in his arms, and there was a gentle sound in her ears.
Everyone saw that she was a talented and beautiful woman with deep affection, but no one saw her pale face.
That day, the heavy night was pierced by three gunshots, and her blood-stained clothes could no longer hold up their curves.
The game within the game, the plan within the plan, and the nine-sided ring are intertwined to see how two people standing in the marriage hall interpret the relationship between close enemies.
His love with her blossoms in the conspiracy, but can it bear fruit in reality?
Wrong love is like a pair of inappropriate shoes, your feet hurt when you wear them, and your heart hurts when you throw them away. -- Lin Xihua
There are thousands of women in this world, all of different shapes and colors, but when it comes to ruthlessness, who can compare to you! --Ye Zichen
