Once she fell, the pure and pure beauty was immersed in the world of mortals;
He is a romantic, arrogant and wanton prodigal with the sound of wandering in love.
She has her family feud,
He has his national hatred.
The embers of the fire that year were flying in the air, brushing whose hair, and burning whose clothes?
Faced with the entanglement of love and hate, the twists and turns, and the entangled thread of fate, where should he, she, or the thousands of them go?
Intention: Self-reliance and self-reliance