The peach blossoms shine brightly.
In my last life, I met him and looked up to him throughout my life, but only got his cold look back.
In this life, when I met him and saw him for the first time, he looked like a gentle gentleman, looking down at her on the white snow. When she turned her head, she saw him looking like a ruffian, lazily saying to her: "Is it because you like me?". Later she found out that he was carrying a blood feud, and the sadness in his eyes made her heartache.
Why was she reborn? An invisible hand moved the wheel of history and pushed her into the bloody storm. What is the truth?