That year, in the snow that was flying all over the sky, she lay in the snow with her face covered with scars, her hair reaching her waist, but she was just a princess of a run-down country, at her mercy.
That year, before the war, he stood at the end of the long alley with a beautiful look and black hair, but the moment he saw her face, he was stunned.
There is a kind of love in this world, which is called endless entanglement. There is a kind of hatred in this world, which is called never seeing each other in this life.
Duanmu Yunhan, if I can, I will never meet you again in this life, because you are the shining star in the sky, how can I bear to tarnish your purest life, and what qualifications do you have to insert yourself into the rest of my life.