That year, out of fun, she climbed up a tree and stepped on the air, expecting to have a close contact with the earth. The pain did not come as expected, but fell into a warm embrace, and the sunlight shone on his eyes like stars. Just one look was something she would never forget.
A voice as cold as jade sounded, and the girl under the flower tree turned around. A gust of wind blew by, blowing the young man's hair. Flowers rained down from the sky, covering up the girl's throbbing thoughts.
That year, the young general led the army north, and the horses' hooves raised waves of yellow sand to cover the young man's upright back. In a place he had never seen, the girl watched his retreating back and prayed devoutly.
The begonia flowers in the yard bloomed and faded. Another round of spring and winter is coming. I wonder if you will be able to return when the flowers bloom next year.
Young General × Prime Minister's Daughter
Intent: An ancient secret love story