A person with a high heart and arrogance, exerting power in the government, but he is one person below ten thousand people, he is chic and suave, and he is popular all over the world.
But as early as that early spring when he slowly walked towards him, he was destined to fall into this pool of mud.
He may seem gentle and gentle, but he just hides everything in his heart and is cold at heart.
The court room, which should have been cold and heartless, was tinged with warmth by that person.
The two of them were both heartless. After wasting so many years, they finally discovered that they were not heartless. The warm hearts had long since been wasted away in the cold palace.
And who ignited that warmth, and it can no longer be extinguished.
When I think about cherishing it, I can't tell who abandoned who in the end...
That year, the winter snow did not fall, and you did not return.