When I first saw her, she was dressed in white, playing the piano and singing. The sound of the piano was gentle, and her clothes were graceful. She seemed to be a fairy falling into the mortal world.
When I first met her, we started joking and playing chess to make friends. It was not like the melancholy lamentation when we first met her that day.
Is it the fate of the past life or this life, she and the person in his dream.
She said that the world has changed, but the heart has not yet changed.
He said that life is like a dream, and there is no limit to happiness
They know each other well, but they are stubborn and don't speak to each other.
She said, I want to enter the palace, and I only have one wish before entering the palace, please take good care of my family.
His eyes were dim and he nodded briefly. Did she care about him at all?
She thought he loved her, but couldn't say it.
Concubine, betrayal, family extermination, watching the people she cares about leave one by one, she was left alone and humiliated.
Hate?
She looked at the woman in his arms with a smile as bright as a flower, and his eyes were still clear and clear every word.
"I will devote my whole life to wishing her well."
The woman he loved was unrestrained, graceful and as pure as clear water.
It was the spiritual land in his heart that no one else could touch. If he hurts her, he will slaughter the whole family; if he hurts him, he will pay back twice as much.
He will avenge her.
He was never willing to hurt her, nor did he hate her, even though he watched her insert a dagger into his heart.
"Why don't you tell her clearly? She has misunderstood you like this."
"No need to let these things dirty her."
She is the most important and deepest part of him. She doesn't need to know, even if she hates him.
He devoted his whole life to wishing her well.
That's all.