She was a slave at the age of nine and was bullied in a foreign country.
He held a flower in his backhand, feeling warm and bright in the ice and snow
When she washed away the stains in the Holy Valley and restored the beauty of the city, she also thought of thousands of ways to meet him, but in reality, it was those thousand and one ways.
Years have passed, but he is still aloof and makes her look up to him
Time passes, but she is no longer the same person as before
He held someone else's hand and told her that this was her wife
She held the halberd with a smile, pierced her heart, and left behind the words "My life is worth a drop of your tears."
On the Xuanlong bench, who still remembers that there was a young man who was so amazed at holding flowers?
In the bright lights of thousands of houses, who is it? On the night of the Yuan Dynasty, walking at night with a lantern on
What the fleeting years take away is a wrong encounter, but what is left behind is indeed a warm journey.