In late spring, smoke curls up from Daxiangguo Temple and Sanskrit sounds linger. The young monk knocks on the wooden fish, and the girl asks each other, it seems like an ordinary scene, but no one knows that the gears of fate have quietly turned, the palace is treacherous, burdened with hatred, and life and death are uncertain.
Acacia
Love threads lingered around dreams in the past, but now a lonely shadow faces the setting sun.
The longing for lovesickness will never be extinguished, and the ink on the remaining paper will be hurt by the tears.
Intention: freedom, emotion, destiny, interests