Are there really two people so similar in this world? No matter the body shape or appearance, they are exactly the same... It is a romance novel with a clichéd story, so be careful if you don't like it! Ending: Wen Wanyan blossoms. He is probably the person she least wants to see again in her life. He has left a mark of shame on her, but fate plays tricks on her again and again. They met again and again, but they were tortured again and again, eventually dragging her into hell. Flowers are most precious when they bloom, but they wither when they fall. Who is to blame when flowers bloom and fall? Is it marriage or bad fate? Is it concern or bondage? He never knew that he could love someone so deeply, and he never knew that his love would end up like the glitz and glamor of a prosperous age, a dream... The text is cruel, so be careful if you don't like it! !