Whose silhouette is shared by the red candle, the cup is finished, the lingering drink, this life, this life, only pays attention to the king's heart.
Huanjun Mingzhu sheds tears, wishing she could not meet again when she was not married. The path of love is always strange. I never fell in love with him at that time. We were brothers. We admire each other at this time, but we wish we had met before we were married. When I married my husband, we were strangers to each other. Now, we know each other, but we are in this situation and care about each other. I don't want to delve into why he is so affectionate now, but I don't want to believe that he actually loves me.