That year, a strange senior brother took her down from Lingqi Mountain.
He was injured for her, gave her a spiritual sword, sang an opera for her,
The fireworks were brilliant by the Jincheng Lake, and she made him confused and lost his heart.
However, when he turned around, the lights were dim, leaving only a word of guilt and determination.
The world doesn't understand him, but she understands that he doesn't want to become a minister, but he would rather bear the burden and feel no regrets.
In the misty rain of the Ming Dynasty, she walked with him, the bloody battles in southern Xinjiang, the waves in Kyoto,
If you don't come, I will look for you.
The young master is here, and the little girl has admired him for a long time.
This is a story of two-way protection, not slow-warming, not abusive, just a lifelong stalemate.