Three years ago, she dreamed that her affectionate lover married her for the throne, and once he had won the world, he appointed someone else as his queen, and she watched helplessly as her whole family was wiped out. She was heartbroken on a cold rainy night.
Waking up from the dream, she was frightened. In the chaos of sword shadows, she saw a man coming to save her with a fan. He had a literary style and a wooden fan, but he had the momentum to stop thousands of troops. The eyes are wild and frivolous, and the smile intoxicates the world.
She heard him say: "There is nothing good about marrying him. If I say this, will the girl think that I am frivolous and careless?"
She smiled and replied, "I don't want to be that woman who can only wash her face with tears when something happens."
"If you are to be homeless from now on, going up mountains of swords and seas of fire, will you be willing?"
"Of course. Isn't it better to die for the sake of the world than to wait for death in the palace?"
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Three years later, on that cold rainy night in her dream, she saw him covered in blood and his clothes soaked, standing in front of her across thousands of rivers and mountains, cliffs and seas of fire. What remains unchanged is the rebelliousness and unafraid of destiny in his eyebrows.
"Goodbye Hongmen, I've been waiting for you for a long time..."
"I promise you a broad life-and-death bond and an unswerving determination."
Intention: Do what cannot be done
