A soft word forever, a gentle touch of upper and lower lips. But is it really that simple to implement?
When the peach blossoms were flying, she leaned beside him, and her soft voice sounded like the spring breeze blowing on her face. She said we will always be together.
On a night of full moon and stars, he held her hand and touched her head lovingly. He said, I will always take care of you.
Old promises suddenly became empty. Unwilling to give up, he followed her footsteps to the palace, but he gradually drifted away from her, and inevitably passed her by. She was infatuated, waiting for him to return from victory every day, but only waited for the bad news that he died in the battlefield.
Is it the tolerance of fate or another malicious joke? In the vast sea of people, their originally parallel life trajectories miraculously deflected. They met, got to know each other, and supported each other in those painful days. Will they reverse the eternity that he has long believed will never come?