Heart Red Cinnabar

She came here to get married, but she didn't want to lose her heart. I was like a drifting egg in a foreign country, unable to find any peace of mind, let alone meeting him. He had no intention of marrying her, and he never thought of spending his whole life for her. Seeing her coming from across the country, he seemed to lose himself in an instant. What a country, what a great cause, why not sacrifice all the world for her? One wants to escape, the other wants to chase. Love is like a cinnabar mole in the heart, which is always imprinted on the heart.