She was the princess of the current dynasty, a beautiful woman, and a woman; he was the national preceptor of the dynasty, with cold eyebrows and a cold heart. He thought he would only live an ordinary life, but he met her who was crazy about love and passionate and persistent.
That night, she came in the rain dressed in red, with tears in her eyes; that night he sat alone in the house, dressed in white, twirling Buddhist beads.
"Feng Moxuan, do you really want to see me marry someone else?"
"Princess, what if I say I regret it?"
"How? I don't want to go back no matter what..."
Some people miss it and never look back; some love is so deep that it hurts so much that they can't help themselves...