Holding hands is only for a moment, but falling in love lasts for eternity.
Wrapped in fine clothes, it cannot cover the lonely heart or the coldness of heart.
Memories turn into madness, love turns into demons, and red tears turn into delicate and snowy flowers in the dark night sky.
Opposite him, holding the piano, the ice lotus blossomed in front of the court. Facing her persistence, indifference and paranoia, he knocked her to pieces with a ten thousand gold hammer, leaving only a wisp of intellectual soul.
"Because of my humble status, I don't deserve to love you, right? So am I so hated by you?"
She is like an ice lotus, struggling in the ice and snow for tens of millions of years, yet never giving up before it blooms.
And she was waiting quietly to see if she could wait until he came once in a thousand years.
The air of Yin Yin Palace echoed with the unique fragrance of ice lotus, because he loved it, and the smell was indeed fascinating.
Some were drunk, some were confused, the smell of alcohol was still swaying in the nose, and in a daze, someone gently caressed him, pulled him into his arms, and fell asleep.
Some love is unknown.