Her eyes were clear and cold, and she had a graceful figure. Seeing her bending her slender waist and walking slowly onto the stage, she seemed reluctant to do so. You have to know how many people would only dream of this opportunity to sing on stage, and then they would fly to the branches of the nobles. At the banquet in the West Pool, I thought it was the first time they met. Little did they know, the fate of the two people had already been entangled in the grievances of previous generations. Whether it was sadness, joy, hatred or resentment, maybe even I didn't know it in my heart. If I could go back in time and meet for the first time, would I choose to forget the look between the two eyes?
Purpose: Do you believe in love in troubled times?