*His Royal Highness, the charming and savage second son × Handsome and gentle Tan Hua Lang*
- On the day of the wedding ceremony, I secretly left the palace, Wenwu Pavilion. It was the first time I saw you. Because I was curious and wanted to know your name, I ran into you in a hurry. At that time, I was close to your chest, and I could feel your rapid heartbeat through the thin material.
- You became the third flower. My father loved me and wanted you to be my consort. You kowtowed and refused for three days. I respected you. It was ridiculous for my self-righteousness. I thought the dark color in your eyes was emotion, and the stiffness of your back was restraint. I thought you...
- We looked at each other across the mess on the ground, the burning desire and restraint in our eyes were equally naked - it was like watching the lone copy that we had treasured throughout our lives burn in front of our eyes, but we never dared to reach out to save it.
-I married him, and you married her. We haven't seen each other for a long time, but you are still the same, so gentle, so heartless...
- Until that winter, when the general died on the battlefield, Liu Shuang lingered on the sickbed. Before he died, he held my hand and smiled: "Every poem he hid under his pillow was your name."
- I am lying on your lap and laughing. It turns out that the "unfeeling" of those years was all the deep love that I dare not say out loud. The moonlight flooded through the window lattice and illuminated the clasped hands. This time, they would never let go again.
The writing is not good, please forgive me~
Intention: Love will eventually come true