In their youth, they only blamed fate for being too shallow. She bore a peach blossom scar on her shoulder—and walked willingly to death. That same night, under glowing red candles, he married a noblewoman.
When his vast kingdom no longer held her presence, He went mad with grief, carving out his heart, Kneeling beneath the late-blooming cherry blossoms— "Wanying… I don’t want this kingdom anymore."
