From the time they first met at the age of twelve, to the mutual affection, to the end of their lives filled with hatred.
Ye Qingyan didn't hate the world or Zhou Bingyan. It was more like she had a dream, as if her brothers and sisters would still laugh and play with her after waking up.
In these decades, she has not been plotted against, nor has she been plotted against. The way of heaven is like this, and it is difficult to recover from the overthrow of water. No one hates each other, just because everyone has his own destiny.
The vows made by each other cannot wait until the sea is dry and the stone is broken, and the fragrance on the red sleeves cannot be compared to the river Qinghaiyan.
The beauty gave me a golden sword, how can I repay Ying Qiong Yao?
Intention: Lovers are no match for the cause and effect of heaven
