The rising sun and the melting snow are destined to wax and wane.
He was born as a general, supervising hundreds of officials, powerful in the imperial city, and a prince and grandson unparalleled in the world.
She was born in a shabby alley, was involved in serious crimes, and had a bad record. She was not a wealthy flower in the world.
: "At such a young age, your hands and feet are so unclean?"
: "Young master, I think I misunderstood. When I was dusting the young master just now, the string of this sachet came loose, and I accidentally pulled it into my hand. I was about to give it back to you!"
: "What's your name?" There was an inexplicable bewitching image in the voice.
: "Six out."
A young man from the imperial city, a girl from a back alley. Seeing each other for a thousand years, we work together to solve the case. The fate of the world is over, and the eyebrow-raised sword is unsheathed.
When the wheel of fate rolled over again, she began to dance on the tip of the knife with her reluctance to give up.
When the girl disappeared silently and disappeared from the world, getting and not getting it made him walk into the frozen abyss.
At the height of the sun, he is ruthless but affectionate.
Low in the dust, she loves each other but does not love each other.
Such a difference. In this vast world, can love and hate be compatible?
Love is a journey! Stars and rivers are passing by, thousands of mountains are far apart, but I will eventually come back.
Intention: bloody growth, two-way redemption, the strong strengthen themselves.