Introduction:
A thousand years ago, she was still a white lotus in the Buddhist temple. She was unconcerned with worldly affairs and devoted herself to practice. She originally thought that she would stay there and practice for thousands of years, and then attain enlightenment and become an immortal.
But, he showed up.
She said to herself: He is mine.
Thousands of years later, his brows were smooth, his cheeks were reddish, and his thin, crystal-clear fingers slowly traced her back, writing a tender oath stroke by stroke: Can I marry you?
Buddha said: How much love should be left in the world to welcome thousands of changes in the world; do happy things with lovers, regardless of whether it is a calamity or fate.
Is innocent infatuation worth the conspiracy of interests and destiny?
Is he just as simple as a prince?