Who is whose bond, who is whose fate?
Thousands of years of staying together, just for that moment of glory.
Many years later, Qing Huan curled up next to Shen Jun, gently resting her head on Shen Jun's leg. Her eyes were full of love and she asked ambiguously, "Enemy, when did you fall in love with me?"
The Lord Shen stretched out his hand to lift a strand of Princess Qinghuan's black hair, put it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it, and said in a low voice with a doting look on his face, "Bad boy, don't you know?"
Thousands of years of love, mellow and long, make people sink inextricably.
Perhaps what Qing Huan wanted was not an answer, but an intimate gesture that she couldn't help but feel.
Intention: Go all the way without fear of wind and rain