Seven years ago, she was the empress that everyone envied, with overwhelming pride and a young and innocent heart; seven years later, she was a worldly woman who had fallen into the dust, with long sleeves that were good at dancing, smooth and smooth, and the lines of time gradually appeared in her heart.
Seven years ago, he was a rebellious overlord with a brilliant talent and deviant ways, and they were in conflict with her; seven years later, he was a mature and charming young man, who controlled the prosperity of all living beings in his ten-mile foreign land, but that warm current was secretly lost in Chen Cang.
Seven years ago, he was a gentleman as gentle as jade, with a warm smile, persistence, and a pair of warm palms; seven years later, he returned home as a wanderer who had forgotten his past, and he struggled to entangle with the past with a heart of memories, which made people sad.
Seven years, there are not many seven years in life, but you and I meet and know each other here.
I cherish it and I appreciate it.
But I still have to look for that person who protects me from wind and rain, who is desperate for me, who endures hardships for me, who is embarrassed for me, and who will also leave and give up for me.