She loved his brow, love his talent, love his persistence, love his crazy, love his all. A dragon and phoenix cheng Xiang, three love. Red sleeves swing, blue ting around the finger. Three thousand green hair, ten thousand years of memories. He is her first love, eventually arrived but parting. He said, "Bon voyage." Her heart ached every word. He was a distant relative of hers and followed her on her travels. He said, "This life will not change." Tears streamed down her cheeks. He is her favorite, after all, because she forgot. He said, "See you in the afterlife." Her heart broke. He is her tool, after all, the world. He said, "Kill my family." She looked at him coldly. He is her enemy, after all, only beauty. He said, "Hand it over." She closed her eyes. She spent her life in love, playing fast and loose with dignitaries, and lost her true love. Standing on the highest point, overlooking the world, but no one with her side. From a weak woman to a high emperor, she found and lost.