We are the motes of dust in the world swept up in the tide of destiny; we are the dots of stars pushed by the galaxies of billions of years.
She lost her parents when she was young, had to live under someone else's roof, and even lost her first love.
He was the proud son of heaven, a noble prince, and he appeared in her life without any precautions.
What kind of entanglement he and she will have, whether they will torture each other or help each other, only time will know the answer.
Purpose: Love can be cultivated