Her name is Luo Xin, and this name means her whole life. A lost heart.
Her love is a road full of thorns.
It's like a mysterious and ever-changing ban, like the poppy flower swaying in the wind, beautiful yet dangerous.
Gentle as clear as water, like the white epiphyllum, it appears in the world in a hurry, not knowing where it is going.
The aloof King Meng is like the rose, fragrant and full of thorns, swinging between hurting and being hurt.
This lost heart is floating in this world of mortals. What will be its final destination? Or it is fate that cannot be escaped and the heart will eventually be lost.
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