In ancient times, there was a great country with eighteen kings.
There is a fiefdom in Wei, and the clan's surname is Shang. The clan's cowardice has been passed down from generation to generation guarding the barren and scorched land.
The scorched earth did not grow food, nor did it produce fruits. Only a small garden in Wei Jun's house grew full of fringed flowers.
One day, a small building appeared in the flower forest, and a girl lived in the building.
She grew up day by day, until a carriage decorated with red came to pick her up to get married.
She didn't understand love, but she was willing to turn into ashes for him. He understood love, but he didn't want to reveal anything to her.
Another thousand years passed, the scorched earth turned into fertile soil, the flower forests turned into dust and mud, the big country split into small countries, Wei was no longer called Wei, but Yunxiang.
There are many girls in Yunxiang and many husbands, but there is only one pearl box, which contains a good match.
It's a pity that a good relationship turned into a bad relationship. The red thread can't hold back the family's hatred, nor can it break the principles of human ethics. Some are forced, some are crazy, some are dead beauties, and some are married far away.
Until the pearl box was picked up again, it was the original owner of it.
She smiled brightly, like a crescent moon. A green figure followed behind her, like her shadow.
That touch of blue turned into a puddle of bitterness on the day of her wedding. This time she understood love, but he still refused to tell her.
They all know the weight of love and hate. They are afraid of loss, afraid of betrayal, and afraid that love will turn into numb hatred in the end.
So in the end, I just hope that the one I love can achieve perfection.
Unfortunately, no one knows what perfection is.
Note: This article is fictitious, and the clothing and customs are mixed, so do not go into details.
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Intention: What is perfection