I remember from afar that year when the pears were in full bloom, the man stood there with his hands behind his back, as if he was as far away as a ninth-level immortal.
But the clear eyes were engraved in my heart.
How many years, how many years of moonlight paved the robe. What lingers is just the lingering thoughts in my heart.
Her eyebrows were painted with plum makeup, and her skirt was long and colorful. The red palace gauze lantern that was lit flickered on and off, covering up the tears that were already as cold as water.
Is this world, this country, really so important to you?
I just want you to remember me.
Regardless of whether a beauty is a disaster or a witch in troubled times, it is enough as long as you can still remember that there was a woman who loved you so much that she was willing to destroy the country and the country in the eternity you promised.