I forgot my words for the first time, why do I miss you so much?
Time is chaotic, and there is no need to complain about separation.
She was originally just a forgotten woman, but several twists and turns in her fate made her life no longer ordinary.
One is the young general who made a lifelong promise to her when she was seven years old.
One is the gentle prince who watched her grow up in the palace.
One is the military advisor of the First Army who accompanies her throughout the world.
One is an iron-blooded prince who has spent his life in the military.
In the chaotic time and space, how much love can be left for her in the passing warmth?
Is this step right or wrong, is it resentment or ignorance?
Who can hold hands and wander around the world for a lifetime?