The flower of the sea of evil, with its moments of madness and sorrow.
If the love is deep, can you please allow me this life, even if it is the golden wind and jade dew, a moment of pure joy.
For Nie Haichao, Nie Hentian's happiness and anger were everything to her. So, of course, she never thought that one day, everything she insisted on would no longer make sense. When everything becomes a joke, where should she go?
The saddest thing is that it happens at the wrong time, and the love is just an old wound.