In 2010 AD, I was in a small city in southern China, still holding a cup of hot coffee in my hand. Sitting opposite me was my beloved brother Mu.
In the year 221 of the Dali calendar, I was in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, where the flowers had faded to red, and I was stroking red apricot pistils. The person standing next to me was still the person who loved me the most, but he was not my brother Mu, his name was Beichen Yuanhuan. And I am no longer the same Xia Lianchen as before. I have become Beichen Yuanxia, Princess Jintian of Great Qin.
In the year 231 of the Dali calendar, I was walking along the ancient road of the Western Regions in the desert, wearing a red gold-edged fox fur that symbolized supreme power. No one here would call me Xia Lianchen or Beichen Yuanhuan. They would all call me Prince Jin with reverence.
In three lives and three lives, I have missed dozens of miles of peach blossoms.
The peach blossom remains the same, how should I seize my happiness in the waning time?
Space can change a person's identity, and time can change a person's appearance. But you can't change your love for someone.
My love travels through time and space, hiding the pain of three previous lives.
The country fell in love with the city, the Chen Chen fell in love with the heart again.