She was supposed to be a modern happy girl with sweet love and about to get married, but by chance, she traveled through history...
He is handsome, charming, and spends a lot of money. He was supposed to live like this, but by some strange combination of circumstances, he fell in love with her...
How did he, calm and witty, a generation of emperors, meet her who was not from this era...
Suddenly looking back, the man was in the dim light. Who is whose, who is whose.
When the spring breeze comes, the peach blossoms are gone, leaving only her smile behind the spring breeze.