A long time ago, so long ago that time becomes blurry. By the lakeside where fireflies were flying, what was clearly visible was her pretty little face.
She took his arm and leaned out of the lake, wanting to pick the lotus blooming brilliantly in the dark night.
In his ears was her sweet and dependent voice: Brother Yu, you have to hold on to me, hold on to me...
In the end, he still failed to catch her and watched her fall down the cliff.
Everyone thought she was dead, and she thought she was dead. The one alive is just a body with residual hatred and a face that belongs to someone else.
The world was full of bloodshed, internal strife in the palace, and many dangers. She walked through it step by step and never looked back.
She couldn't turn back either.
Because only by standing at the top and stepping on everything under her feet, she always thought that only when she returned everything she had suffered to him, could her painful and rolling heart be freed from hatred.
However, what she didn't know was that when her figure fell off the cliff and tore through the icy cold night, his heart was also torn apart...