Are you willing to trade a life of unknown affection for one that is unswervingly true to your original aspiration?
In the pear forest that stretches for ten miles, the bright red sunshine shining down is like a brocade covering the bride's face, covering the few tender moments in Yao Baobao's childhood. The person named Shi Ce was placed in a corner of her memory like a silhouette against the light.
If you can't love, even remembering becomes a sin.
Blood and tears are intertwined, and time flows endlessly.
On the battlefield of Shura, where warriors and horses were approaching, she clenched the sword in her hand and opened up a new territory with all her reluctance, vowing to save thousands of people.
And does the person who is engraved on the bone still remember the unattractive girl and the falling clean flowers at her feet?