When they first met, on the snowy field, he playfully flicked off her bird feather hat, disrupting her breathing...
Goodbye, the swords met on the battlefield. He was a lifelong general, but she was also the same. His sword penetrated her bones and disrupted her life...
However, after three reincarnations, she finally came to his side. Under the bloody curse, her eyes were stained with dark purple, just to seek the fragrance of orchids in her dreams...
If life were just like the first time we met, wouldn't everything be simpler?