Thousands of sails have passed, and the fleeting years are quietly watching under the remaining candles. The person suddenly looked back and smiled at each other, her smile reflected in his eyes, and his appearance reflected in hers.
One is a beautiful poet with amazing talent and beauty; the other is a young prince with unparalleled strategy.
Is it the sadness of looking at each other but not being able to stay together, or the relief of being honest?
She has a clear and beautiful face, but there is no trace of her glamorous look. Because she has read thousands of volumes, her appearance is even more light.
In troubled times, men are the most important thing. As the daughter of a monarch and a princess of a country, she knows that she has a heavy responsibility. As a woman, it is nothing more than seeking the right to survive by marrying. Ordinary women only hope to find a husband whom they wish to stay with forever, but she is the only one who has a clear mind and knows that a man's favor will never create the so-called lifelong pairing.
This is the law of troubled times and the law of this era!
But why, after God gave her a man who was willing to spend the rest of her life with her, was he so eager to take it back?
It's so cruel.
She sat on the edge of the bed, and lying on the bed was a man she was familiar with but also unfamiliar to. The man's clothes were as beautiful as before, his eyelids were drooped, he was neither sad nor happy, and there was no longer any sparkle in his eyes. His complexion is light, his face is soft, and he is peaceful and quiet, as if he is sleeping lightly. However, she knew that no one would ever wake up from a dream and talk about the dream in which the peach blossoms were broken like rain.
She sighed softly.
She counted everyone, her oaths and her true feelings, but she couldn't count the fate she was destined for. She couldn't count her fate.
Such is the fate.
Then, let me stay by your side in this majestic snow-capped mountain and the long, mesmerizing night.
Until dawn.