The Troublesome Beauty of the Cold-Hearted Young Master

The world is turbulent, there are endless battles in the rivers and lakes, the smoke and flames of war are filled with blood, and in these troubled times, who is the ghost hero galloping on the battlefield? Who is the genius who unifies the troubled times? Who is the beauty's scourge in this troubled world? The poplar flowers are falling, whose heart does that figure enter? Snowflakes are flying in all directions and the music of the piano is lingering. Who has devoted his whole life to it? In the misty rain and mist, with a passionate kiss, who is destined to die in love? The snow-white face, the green silk and white hair, the imperial power of the world, the picturesque country, without you, I would not care; without you, I would not want to step foot in the world; I gave everything, but finally you came back to me; from then on, the flowers bloomed and fell, the clouds rolled and relaxed; from then on, I went boating on the lake and visited thousands of miles of mountains.