When he met her for the first time, she was already married to another man. The sorrow in her eyes and the faint sadness in her eyebrows became a sharp blade that pierced his heart. The desire to protect her is hindered by her married status; the desire to pursue her heart is tortured by the fact that his friend's wife is unplayable.
When she met him for the first time, his gentle gaze gave her long-frozen heart the warmth of a human again. It wasn't that she couldn't feel his pursuing eyes, but what qualifications did she have to bear his love?
The love between him and her is not only separated by thousands of mountains and rivers? Is this kind of love a bad fate from the past life or the fate of this life?