When we first met, she was hunting in red and looking at the wilderness with a sword.
When we first met, the purple-robed god folded a peach blossom in his hand, and his broad sleeves were filled with fragrance.
Just a glimpse of the peach leaves. From then on, the originally carefree man lost his heart.
Ten miles across the galaxy, their hearts were broken and their bones were broken, and they stayed together for three hundred years. When she finally came to her senses, he finally suddenly opened his eyes to love.
But she smiled slightly and said, "Emperor and minister, I can't afford it."
After all, she and him were not destined to be together, and they couldn't even be called "us".