When we first met that year, she was a noble imperial princess, willful and savage; he was a penniless prisoner in the cold palace, cold and sinister. The flying white snow in December solidified the heart palpitations of the cardamom years, and the twelve years of life and death created an everlasting love. In the unpredictable situation, he wrote the myth of an overlord who controlled the world in the light of swords. She was the enchantress who brought disaster to the world for him, and she was punished for her unparalleled beauty. He said that he has always been a narrow-minded and indifferent person. The heart is too narrow, and it can only accommodate her; the love is too thin, and it can only accommodate one person. When you pursue fame and fortune all your life, all you want is the people around you who will hold your hand and grow old together with you.