He is charming, arrogant, and arrogant.
She is coquettish, cold, and like a cloud.
She thought that they were just a political marriage, and because of his character, he disdained to pay attention to her, a foreign princess. She thought that the stunning look at the concubine ceremony was just the first time they met. She thought that as long as she had to endure hardships, she would be able to live a peaceful life.
But she was wrong. Since when had she become accustomed to wearing heavy makeup? Since when did that red dress as bright as blood replace the original pure white dress. Since when did she care about his love for her.
They obviously love each other, but they torture each other. Step by step, I no longer look like myself, and I hurt the person who loves me deeply again and again.
After all, you love in the wrong way, or you fall in love with someone you shouldn't love.
The beauty rolls up the bead curtain and sits with deep frown and eyebrows. But when I see wet tears, I don't know who I hate?