'When I conquer the Ming Dynasty in the desert, I will use the mountains and rivers as my recruits, the sun and the moon as matchmakers, spread thousands of miles of red makeup, entertain guests from all directions, and marry you. '
'Okay, I'll wait for you. '
The red lips opened slightly, and two lines of clear tears fell silently. The flickering candle light flickered on and off, just like the face of the young man in her memory, which had gradually become blurred in her mind.
In Shengguo, no one knows where the palace painter who held eight paintbrushes in each hand and had unrivaled painting skills disappeared overnight. Where did he go?
His throne was drawn by her day and night, piece by piece.
His dragon wall was drawn stroke by stroke with blood, regardless of the opposition of her tribe.
His empire was gained by her sneaking into the desert to get married and spending countless fearful midnights.
She thought that as long as she kept waiting, he would come to pick her up, and it wouldn't take long.
But, she was wrong...
He didn't know that for countless nights when she woke up in the middle of the night, she relied on his words to hold on. She also didn't know that for countless long nights, he endured everything alone with his back against the dragon wall she drew for him.