The powerful, domineering and handsome prince Jing Wang of Song Tianchao and the delicate and sickly prime minister daughter Li Zhiyi
They were two parallel lines, but their chance encounter brought his haunting thoughts back to the drizzle that day, the azure oil-paper umbrella, the deep eyes under the veil, and the faint scent of white sandalwood mixed with the medicinal fragrance. That day, you left at dusk, but did not come back the next morning.
Intention: I am here just for you