I still remember the past years, when green willows supported the wall and blue waves rippled.
At the Pingyao Poetry Club, in that moment of turning his eyes, he saw her, and she also saw him.
The man with white clothes like snow and a face like a crown of jade; the woman in pink clothes with lotus face.
At that time, he didn't know that she was the prime minister's daughter, and she didn't know that he was the prince.
He is Luo Yu, she is Hua Ran.
An encounter destined to be entangled with each other for a lifetime.
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