He is the son of the meanest traitor, but fate has arranged for him to grow up in the most noble palace. Life for him is only torture and humiliation. He lives a humble life for others, and even if he dies, he can only die a humble death for others. At that time, when he lay down every day, he prayed not to wake up tomorrow. Until one day, when he thought God had finally let him go and allowed him to end everything, she appeared and stopped him.
She was like a ray of sunshine in his dark life. Her cold arrogance, her willfulness, her determination, and her tenacity all amazed him and fascinated him deeply. They trusted each other, supported each other, and repaired each other's scarred souls. He always thought that they were a perfect match. It wasn't until she married him and this peerless and isolated snow-capped phoenix truly stopped by his side that he realized that he was far from a dragon that could move wind and rain, and he was not worthy of it.
But when she was at her most desperate, he could only choose to give up on her. When his sword was pointed at her, he saw that the sword spike she gave him was so red, so red that it was dazzling. He thought that this was the only way to save her, but when he saw the desperate look in her eyes and the gradually extinguishing fire of life in her eyes, he knew that he was wrong, and he cut off all her ways of survival with his sword.