She is pure bones and ice, delicate and refined. Perhaps she looks back and smiles but does not realize that she has caused harm to several groups of people, comparable to a few wisps of morning glow. He was evil and handsome, looking down on the world, but in his eyes, none of the women in the world could compare to her. The "escape" is scorching its beauty. The past life and this life are destined to be peach blossoms. For him, she gave up her divine status and cut off her immortal roots. He gave up his country several times and sacrificed himself to the world for her. She asked: "Your Majesty, if one day I have no immortal body, no magic power, and lose everything, will you still be there?"
She left just to save the world he loved. She thought everything could go back to the beginning, but she didn't expect that she left but still followed his heart. What he dreamed about in the middle of the night was the woman's sweet smile in his ear: "Your Majesty, the peach blossoms shine brightly." When did "escape" turn into "peach"?
A peach blossom, a trace of love, a wisp of red thread, the love destination of a lifetime.