"The green grass buries the desolate path, and the green grass reminds us of the past." That day, he slowly put on his light robe, brushed his hand on the paper, and gave her the word "Lv Wu". From then on, they were entangled with resentment and entangled for the rest of their lives. He never asked: "Do you like this name?" He didn't ask. At the beginning, maybe he didn't want to ask. At that time, for him, giving swords to strong men and famous names to beauties were just the icing on the cake, adding to the suave and sentimental sentiments of the Thirteenth Prince. But as I became more familiar with it, I no longer had to ask. During many sleepless nights, she vaguely heard his murmur: "Green and green, what kind of past events make you wither away?"