He was the proud son of heaven and the emperor's noble son, and she was his slave born in the family. In the midst of the flash of swords and shadows of flesh and blood, she knelt there, clasping her hands together and praying silently. He thought about her smile just now, like a white lotus blooming for the first time, and suddenly lost his murderous intention. He wished he could dismount and sit down to look at her.
But she is just a cloud, plain and light. If you don't reach out, she will float away without a trace. He reaches out to hold her, but how can he really keep her?