I still remember that year when the roses were the most beautiful, the remaining lotuses were desolate, the wind blew through the sycamore trees, and the snow was lingering.
A young general, a country-broken country, and an imperial decree brought about the marriage of the couple. It turned out that it only took four years.
Look at you as a beautiful wife, weak as water, separated from light and shadow, with deep-seated love that will never leave you.
Who knows, in the end, the most unpredictable thing will be the king's heart.
My mood was waning and my blue eyes were pale. I once thought that this would be it for the rest of my life.
Conception: