"Chu Qiao! I hate you! I, Yuan Chun, will not let you go even if I am a ghost!" In the dungeon, the girl was wearing a dirty prison uniform, her long messy hair covering her pale cheeks, and the overwhelming hatred in her charming peach eyes was staggering. A touch of bright red, understanding this life. Before he died, Yuan Chun gently raised the corners of his lips: "Yan Xun, if in the next life, I will never... Love... Fall in love with you..."
Opening his eyes again, Yuan Chun found himself lying on a large carved sandalwood bed, with his favorite rose scent burning on the table. His innocent and bright eyes were slowly stained with hatred and turned into a deep indifference, "Chu Qiao, I, Yuan Chun, will never lose to you again in this life!" Qian Qiansu held the gorgeous brocade quilt tightly with her hands, using so much force that even her slender fingertips were glowing white. "Yan Xun, in this life, I will not... Pester you again..."
Princess Yuan Chun, this noble rose once fell from the proudest branch to the lowest mire. Just because you fall in love with someone. Because of that person, she did not hesitate to put down her pride and self-esteem, but in exchange... She was scorned by her sweetheart, and even... Cruelly trampled on her pride and self-esteem. In this life, it is still dazzling, the phoenix is bathed in blood, and is reborn in Nirvana!