In the misty rain south of the Yangtze River, he wore a green robe, a paper umbrella, and a smile, which easily imprinted an eternal scenery in her mind.
At that time, he waved to her and said, "Silly boy, what are you doing standing alone in the rain? Come here."
Five years later, she finally took over the power, dressed in a yellow robe, with rolling dragon patterns, looking down at the world.
In the rare bright sunshine in the south of the Yangtze River, he leaned down and said lightly, "Welcome to your majesty."
Once he became an official and became the prime minister, he smiled without any warmth at the woman above the court.
"I want to marry the Tuoba royal family for the sake of peace and prosperity for the country and the people. What do you think, Prime Minister?"
"The Holy One is wise." He lowered his head, his dark eyes dark.
Above the wedding hall, red clothes were flying, and for the first hug in ten years, he made a human shield for her.
He finally smiled gently at her, "When you are alone, I can no longer hold an umbrella for you..."