The first time we met was the naughty and stubborn lady of Shangshufu and the young master of Jiangjunfu who had just returned to Beijing.
Finally I saw the princess who died in the war and the young general who lost his lover
On the swing in the imperial garden, she said: Gu Huaian, don't be afraid, I will accompany you, we are best friends
Many years later, when the lanterns came on and the lotus flowers were floating in the pond, she said: Do you want to kiss me or not?
Being shot through the heart by an enemy soldier, she fell into his arms: Kiss me, it won't hurt if you kiss me
Intention: Love has its own will