Whispering under the moon, the flowers are not flowers, the fog is not fog, the light and shadow are intertwined, and the dreams of a lifetime have been frozen.
The beautiful people, beautiful scenery, and stunning appearance make people's hearts sway.
Such a dreamy encounter, such a clear and transparent affection, created the lingering affection and watchfulness that followed.
In the dream, He Lanzhao, an unparalleled national warrior who rose into the wind, could not conceal his immortal-like grace even though he had been suffering from chronic diseases since childhood. He was a Zhilan Yushu, brilliant and glorious, destined to be looked up to by eternity, living a life of silence and incomparable sadness. Until he met her, a kind-hearted girl with clear eyes, he suddenly became very low, as low as the dust, and a swaying water lotus bloomed in his heart.
Yu Wuxia, indeed, is as flawless as jade, and its posture out of the water is even better than that of a lotus flower. However, the more outstanding she is, the bleaker her fate becomes. Stubborn and clear-headed, she never loses her unique tolerance and kindness, whether in the beginning of love or in the beginning of hatred.
Dressed in red, bathing in fire, the young man comes flying in the clouds. I hope that one day he can find his own happiness, a love that only belongs to him. He was a prince from a foreign land, and she was the daughter of a prime minister. There were too many insurmountable regrets between them. When Kuang met Xiye, Wuxia already had He Lanzhao in his heart.
A ten-year agreement, place all your affection on an unattainable dream.