She is the petals that fall accidentally in the Peach Blossom Spring, without branches and leaves, and dances in the wind when the wind and rain come; he is the spring breeze that meets by chance in the Peach Blossom Spring, traveling through the mountains and rivers, raising the petals, only worrying about the flowers. A conspiracy caused her to lose her parents; an imperial edict left him alone. Amending national laws, punishing evil and promoting good, guarding territory, and focusing on people's livelihood... Let's watch them embroider rivers and mountains with ink and write gorgeous books
Intention: In the autumn of critical life and death, we should turn small love into big love
