The surrogate sister is getting married, but her future husband is a romantic prince.
When he first met her in front of the palace, he saw her wearing a phoenix crown and a red kerchief covering her face, but she was far away and untouchable. She saw his slender and handsome silhouette in the midsummer sunshine.
She doesn't resent anything. After all, what is destined to happen cannot be escaped or avoided.
Who is destined in the dark, God's will, but can you live up to this marriage, can you live up to this dream of holding hands for three lifetimes?
She sighed: "You can't give me what I want."
He gave up the throne and the prosperity of his life, just because he didn't want to give up her.
In the rain of peach blossoms, she was dressed in white and outshone the snow. He gave her such a simple but luxurious wedding and promised her to be with him forever.
When Huangcheng's happiness was too beautiful to be touched, she raised the sword in her hand and pierced his chest without hesitation.
He smiled and stepped forward.
Situ Yi, do you know how painful it is to hurt the person you love most with your own hands?
Do you know what it feels like to be ups and downs in grief but hold on to the only warmth and refuse to let go?
It was like the cold moonlight and despair swallowed up the remaining warmth bit by bit.
He said: "Don't be afraid. If we are destined to be strangers in this life, then I am willing to wait on the other side of the stranger to meet you again."