That year, the apricot blossoms and misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River made him and her destined for this life.
He said that she was the most precious treasure in the world, and he longed to hide her deep in his paradise. He said that the place where she is is his paradise, no matter whether it is glorious or not!
She said she was willing to wait for him, waiting for him to welcome her as his bride, no matter how long, she would wait until her green hair turned into snow.
For him, she was willing to fall into a brothel and laugh while leaning on the building; for him, she was willing to give up her freedom and become the emperor's concubine; for him, she even sacrificed her unborn child.
"Have you ever truly loved me?" "No!" "What am I in your heart, a lover or a chess piece?" "You are just a chess piece of my Murong family."
How wonderful it would be if life could only be like the first time we met. I would rather never know you. If we meet again in the next life, I will never stay again. This life is enough. . . . . .