Ye Xiaohe, a proud princess, was destined to fall from the clouds and lose her aura as a princess. Where should she go? The biting sea water covered my legs, the icy sea breeze roared, and the waves ran like a child who had lost his restraints. Night falls slowly. Ye Xiaohe's bleeding heart and bleeding wrists seemed to be drowned at the end of the sea.
Everything seemed to merge into sound waves, hitting the cliffs in the valley with all its strength, and bursting out with a heavy sound, like a sledgehammer, hitting waves of echoes in Ye Xiaohe's mind.