In the long history of five thousand years, who would care about the cold and heat? The annihilated truth is like fine ripples on water, scattering into the distance until it disappears and calmness returns. And where should they or she go?
The unforgettable pain is like a mountain...
She defied God's will just to follow in the footsteps of her sweetheart, following every step and not wanting to stay away. As everyone knows, love lasts for thousands of years.
And he was incompatible with her and exchanged cold words with her, but in the end he still had to succumb to fate and watch her go away.
Patricide, conspiracy, reincarnation, waiting, substitution...
If we had never met him, he would still be the all-powerful prince. He was said to be violent, but his heart was as gentle as jade, and he treated everyone delicately. Her appearance disrupted everything. It was her fault and her punishment.
How to restore the misplaced history? The tears of rouge are drunk together, and when they are heavy, it is natural that life grows and hates the water.