Fang Wei has always been a dispensable but crucial girl. Zhong Chanwei had been classmates with this girl for a year when he got to know her. She was sneered at, and he was thrust upon the throne. She is gentle and firm, he is cold and tender. She knew that her blood-stained hands could not hold him, and he knew that the waiting would be long and cold. Sorry, I really don't know how to hold your hand.
Motto: We can't love each other now, but I'm glad we once loved each other