There were storms and clouds, and the three kingdoms were fighting endlessly. National hatred, family hatred, misunderstanding, love and resentment, obsession and obsession.
He was so cold and cold, he was responsible for the blood feud between two families, but his indifferent eyes only reflected her figure, and he heard her say, "Let's go home too."
He is a proud king, with a heavy burden and cold eyes, just looking for the despair of warmth.
He was as beautiful as the moon, and his smile was alluring.
He is as gentle as jade, but underneath his warmth is a heartache.
And she is just a ray of soul from another world, carrying the blood rain on the other side and the memories of two lives. Her unknown life experience and childhood nightmares made her even colder. Should we let go of hatred? With constant emotional entanglements, how can she find peace in her life amidst this turmoil?
Should we just treat it as a big dream, a heart-wrenching dream, accompanied by the wind and rain, and then just laugh it off like a passing smoke?
Due to personal thinking issues, the plot of the novel needs a lot of changes, and I am slowly making changes. Stop updating for now and come back when it's done.