The day she died in his arms was a lightly raining spring day.
The white deer flowers at the bottom of the cliff were in full bloom, bright red, like the blood she splashed on the petals.
Seventeen-year-old Shen Luxi breathed her last, raised her hand and touched his face, and said with a smile:
"Don't cry... I lied to you, I'm not dead."
Then her hand dropped
The affectionate white-haired powerful minister × the late childhood sweetheart
Intent: Romance