She was never recognized by her father in her past life and this life;
He was born into the imperial family and learned to disguise since he was a child;
She, the Phoenix Nirvana, was reborn from the fire of hell;
He is lazy and carefree, but his heart is extremely cold.
They know each other, fight with each other, compete with each other,
They work together to overcome the wind and waves.
She said: "Don't make promises to me, prove it to me with your life."
He said: "I will not promise, because I will decide your life."
There are no colorful phoenix wings on my body,
The mind has a clear understanding.
They are like enemies but confidants;
They are like rivals and lovers;
The flowers on the other side bloom into the sea,
If there is true love,
It's always Manzhushahua,
There are also times when flowers and leaves grow together!
Note: Manzhu Shahua, the flower of hell, blooms for a thousand years and falls for a thousand years. The flowers bloom without leaves, and the leaves grow without flowers. The flowers and leaves will never meet each other.
This is a novel, just a novel. Everyone has a dream when they are young, it may be simple and ordinary, or it may be extraordinary, depending on the person. And this novel I wrote is my dream. She carries the life I want, but it is impossible for me to meet her in my life. So I want to write about her as if she really happened. No matter whether she is good or bad, whether everyone likes her or not, she entrusts all my emotions. I hope that people who watch it can abandon everything and completely regard themselves as the characters in the story and integrate into it. Maybe this will be a good journey.