Yao Yuchen, who was evading pursuit, had no choice but to rest in an inconspicuous inn. Tang Siqing looked at the aloof and jade-faced man in front of him, his arms curled up in his cloak, as if he was injured.
"Give me a room, pretend you haven't seen me before!" After saying that, he left the ingot of silver and walked away.
She saw that his injury was serious, so she went to him to apply medicine for him; he saw that her jade age was as bright as the autumn moon.
He was stunned, and her slender hand touched his cold hand, and she lowered her eyes and whispered, "Don't worry, you take good care of yourself."
A few days later, he heard the news that the inn had been massacred with blood. He staggered a step and felt a pain in his heart, but he could no longer say anything about it.
But the root of love had been planted, and he didn't notice it. The girl who smiled at him and spoke softly quietly lived in his heart, just like the night he first met her, no one knew it.
I thought he and she would be separated from each other, but I accidentally bumped into her shopping on the street.
The wind blew by, the branches and leaves sighed, and he stood for a long time...
What kind of entanglements will there be when we meet again? What kind of emotions will arise?
Intention: Let the past pass, the people in front of you are the best ones
