[Old saying: imagination, blood feud, sweet love and strong love]
She was once a glorious Crown Princess, but she escaped completely in a well-planned fake death, hiding all traces, just for bloodshed.
He lost his beloved and was so deeply missing that he could not extricate himself. He lived with memories, and his heart was filled with her voice and smile.
When we met again, she was a gentle and quiet adopted daughter of the Mohist family, a well-informed scholar in the world, with similar facial features but completely different temperaments. He trapped her in his arms and asked in a hoarse voice: "Who are you?"
She lowered her eyes and said that she was an orphan of a subjugated country, and revenge was her only obsession in this life. He believed it, and even though he had doubts, he was willing to indulge in it.
But along the way, the layers of conspiracy were peeled away, and he was shocked to realize that the orphan she spoke of was just another layer of disguise.
There are so many things in the past and so many identities that it's hard to tell the true from the false. He stopped asking questions and held her tightly in his arms. His voice was full of panic and tenderness: "I don't care who you are, whether you are the crown prince, a young lady from the Su family, or a wanderer... It doesn't matter. I just beg you, don't abandon me again."
It was her turn to be confused and begin to doubt who she really was and what her past was, but he was gentle and determined: No matter who you are, you will always be my wife.
