He, the brother of the twins, is ugly and ominous, born to be a beggar. He had surrendered to his fate, but when he met her, his heart blossomed in the dust. It died before it could be opened.
He, the younger brother of twins, has a strange scent, a handsome appearance, great talents, and is born to be a "royal" husband, but he only wants her to be his wife and be with her for the rest of his life.
He has a stunning appearance, superb martial arts, a hidden miraculous doctor, and a divine fortune teller. Wearing a fiery red coat, she is domineering and flamboyant, masculine in her weakness, and luxurious in her laziness. Because of his beauty skills, his beauty blurs the boundaries between men and women and keeps his youthfulness and beauty forever. He originally had no cares or worries in this world, no demands and no desires. But he had calculated everything in the world, but only the marriage line in her palm could not be clearly seen. He lingered by her side. Just because his marriage came from her.
He lost his father when he was born, he is handsome and docile, but he has supernatural powers but hangs out among the ruined temples in the market. The greatest excitement in his life is because of her. She may have long forgotten the kiss he had when he was young, but it was the most touching melody in his midnight dream. The letter was sent to the wrong person in a fierce battle. What was sent was her love for him, but what was wrong was his intention for her.
She, a lonely soul, came through time and space. For affection, for righteousness, for love. Infatuation is in vain, and the beloved will marry another. It is life, it is death, it is destruction. The world of mortals is rolling, and the years are long. Who is holding hands with her, who is shoulder to shoulder with her, and who will be with her forever. Is it him? Is it him? Is it him? Or him? . . . .