From the age of eleven to eighteen, Xia Yuan only thought about one thing.
After turning eighteen, she met the only man who made her heart beat - Wei Xiu. So she promised herself that if she was still alive to see him again, she would follow him.
She ran away resolutely, but she didn't expect that the day we saw each other again would be the time for her to flee.
She hated Fu Zhan, but just as Fu Zhan expected, the people needed a strong enough king. Then retire and wipe away the hatred.
Which one is better, the possessiveness that cannot be flinched and cannot be explained, or the infinite tenderness and countless forgiveness and care hidden deep in the mind?