They met when they were young. They were ignorant and could not be called childhood sweethearts, but they also supported each other for a period of time. The heartbeat at that moment was a deep feeling that had been buried for a long time. Not everyone understands this feeling. We know each other and stay with each other, sharing joys and sorrows. He understood what she wanted and was willing to give it to her, but he didn't want to be manipulated by God's will and have no way out. Eventually one person gives in, he gives up the world, or she shares a husband with someone else.
She was once delicate, she once smiled like a flower, she once smiled like a bell.
He was once heroic, calm and composed, and he once made a promise to only drink from a ladle.
She was dressed in white fox fur, half leaning on a jade throne, with phoenix eyes and willow eyebrows.
He is dressed in a pure yellow dragon robe, commanding the ministers, and has a majestic appearance.
As time goes by, can this dream continue...
Crazy thoughts, crazy thoughts