He, the prince of Tiangong, is withdrawn, cold and self-denying. A sensitive and fragile heart has nowhere to rest, and millions of love and blood have no one to give to it. She, the daughter of the Shangguan family, grew up with all kinds of love and affection. She is clear and gentle, but fragile and fragile. Was she born for him? Or did he achieve her in order to comfort himself? A life that cannot be separated...
Intention: Is there really anyone in this world who would give his whole heart to it? Or is it a part of yourself? Ripe cause and ripe fruit?