Frost breaks young branches.
The Xuanhe family collapsed in a matter of seconds. The nine-year-old proud daughter of heaven fell straight from the clouds into the mud and turned into dust. When people leave, the tea is cool.
Jinganhou Mansion. Tight barriers and warm pavilions flowing with gold.
Seventeen-year-old Meng Chaozong, his clothes are as dark as night and his eyes are like Shen Yuan. When walking, there is no wind to create majesty by itself.
To him, she was a spark in the embers of old friendship.
A sudden responsibility that must be properly placed.
The door of the mansion closed heavily behind him.
Isolated from a world of annihilation.
Rich clothes, fine food, and education in poetry and books. The Hou Mansion provided supreme protection.
But it also grinds down her remaining self-esteem everywhere, and she is as sensitive as a full bow.
Time is a silent carving knife.
The girl lost her youthfulness and sharpness in the dull pain and struggle.
The man who is as deep as the ancient pool, while protecting and shaping, quietly opens up his guard.
Those storms ignited when they were young finally forged into irreplaceable imprints deep in each other's souls.
What will be the end result?
Intention: Jade scraps bathed in fire will eventually turn into embers, and embers quenched in fire will eventually injure themselves.