When Mo Yan taught her how to dance the Desert Snow Sword, the camellia branches all over the courtyard were in full bloom, the prayer cards on the pillars were lifted up, and bells jingled. Yin Yicheng stood in the corridor of Zuixin Pavilion with his hands behind his hands and watched her jerky movements. His elegant and handsome face made her forget which dance she had performed.
"Why don't you face me? What are you afraid of?"
If you had never known my mother, would you have taken care of and pampered me so far? If you had not fallen in love with my mother, would you have accepted my confession?
She is obviously not related by blood, but she insists on using her seniority as a barrier and trying to escape in every possible way. Who is she? What does it matter? To put it bluntly, he couldn't untie the knot in his heart. He thought that it would be easier to get close to him because of his similar appearance, but he didn't know that he would avoid it. If so, what's the use of this skin!