She is the proud daughter of heaven, clothed in supreme glory. Turning your hands over becomes clouds, turning over your hands becomes rain. Beneath the childish appearance is a fierce, courageous, intelligent and powerful heart.
He was a priest from the divine world who was chasing her down to earth. They were their childhood sweethearts, but she completely forgot about him. He watched her put on her phoenix robe and walk towards someone else's white horse.
He was the son of a general, and he was victorious in all directions. However, when he returned to his homeland, he was given a tyrannical marriage decree. He was so cruel that he could only take the one he loved as a concubine. Unexpectedly, over time, his neglected but extraordinary first wife would also make him marvel and stare.
He is the underworld lord of the demon world, knows the colors of beauties all over the world, and has gained a reputation as a celebrity. It's a pity that the red thread of fate is endlessly involved. She and him are ultimately on opposite sides of life and death.
A rose, a little homeless.
How many years have passed, but I have not found you; the world has been unpredictable, but you have been hiding for a long time. Just teach people to sigh, dream, dream, dream!
It's hard for roses to hold up to the overnight rain. I lean on the railing and listen to the cool wind blowing into the courtyard.
Wandering around in this world, if I only meet you, that would be enough.