She has a name that others think is very elegant, but she thinks it is extremely coquettish, Nianjun. Nianjun, Nianjun, Nianjun will not come home tonight, which is indeed in line with her destiny as a prostitute. When she first saw him, the city was broken, and she was being humiliated by the evil spirits who had broken the city. The man was riding a tall horse, his manners were noble and his appearance was peerless. His frowning expression in a cold glance was as unattainable as the wind and snow in the sky that could never melt. She didn't want to stain his eyes, but she still begged him to save her life. She couldn't die. She wanted these ghosts who ruined the city to pay with their lives. He threw down his snow-white cloak with mink velvet and covered her head, and said to her coldly: If the city is broken, I will take it back. If you want to hate it, just hate yourself for being too weak.
Intention: There is no distinction between high and low in love in this world, but she is too humble and would rather watch him soar in the sky to match that moon-like woman.