The faint fragrance floated, the gauze fell from her hands, and what caught his eyes was her delicate and pale face.
"Doesn't he look like the person you're looking for?" She smiled lightly, her brows clear.
His fingers were still in her ears, his gesture gentle and caring. But there was just a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, "It doesn't look like that."
Three years ago, he was the cold-blooded and unruly Ding Zimo with ulterior motives; she was the innocent, weak girl who wandered around with her brother. In order to save her loved ones, she made a contract with him, but she lost her heart and soul after getting along day and night.
The yellow sand filled the sky, and he whispered in her ear: Don't lose, don't forget! In the fairyland of Taoyuan, he hugged her behind her: we will never leave her!
In the end, I am willing to give up all my prosperity for her, but the uncertainty of the world makes them separated.
Marrying for my brother, the end of the red silk was his first sight; a sharp sword went into his shoulder, and he said "I have never loved", which made his starry eyes dim.
By some strange combination of circumstances, he caused her to lose her husband and son; from a tall building, she fell and smiled: I wish we had never met!
Three years later, he was the desolate prince who returned to Beijing with no hope of hope; she was the gentle and kind-hearted general Wan Ruo. When she came across him in shelter from the rain, she was shocked by her clear features and eyes that looked like the first time they met. He wandered around tentatively and could no longer tell whether they were new friends or old friends.
In the flames of war, like the beauty of jade, should he go back to the mountains and forests to leave a piece of purity in the world, or should he forget his friend's wife Wan Rui, who brazenly plundered him when he first met, and made him obsessed again?
The emperor's dream about the society and the country, going around and around, thinking about it in his heart, after thousands of sails, he finally understood: the prosperous world, people coming and going, can't compare with the ten fingers clasped in silence; two people looking at each other, the bright and clear smile in the falling snow...