This is a story about enemies falling in love with each other.
"Hua Rong, you used to hold me across this grassland, but now it's my turn to hold you." I hugged his already cold body tightly with both hands, and drove the horse forward with difficulty. I don't know whether it was because the wind in the grassland was too strong, or because my heart was too painful, but under this gorgeous and beautiful sunset, I couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Jing'er, I want to go somewhere, a place where there are only you and me." He said seriously, but I nodded disapprovingly and looked at the sunset on the horizon.