The Sleeves Are Dyed with Frost, and I Will Never Have a King Again for the Rest of My Life
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Qinglan Mountain is deep, and the pavilion is covered with frost and snow every year. She was originally an orphan who practiced quietly in the mortal world. She had a gentle nature and a sense of tranquility. She only wanted to safely complete her journey to immortality without striving for fame or profit. He is the coldest immortal in the Nine Heavens Immortal Palace. He adheres to the ruthless path, is ascetic and taciturn, and cuts off all emotions and desires. He should have lived alone all his life, untainted by mundane love. An accidental first encounter, fate is entangled for no reason. She secretly hid her admiration, forbearing and dared not speak; He had secretly been confused for thousands of years and refused to admit it. Immortal rules are like mountains, and destiny is like locks. The road to immortality is long, and there are dilemmas between love and loyalty. They survived the tenderness of being together day and night, and the obsession deep in their hearts, and finally lost to the rules of heaven, to inability to control themselves, and to silence and forbearance. Once the positions are opposite, the world is far apart. Frost stains all over my long sleeves, and my old friends are drifting away. In the end, the three realms are safe and the great road is complete, He was sitting on a journey of thousands of miles, and she no longer had that gentle brow and eyes by his side; She spent the rest of her life alone, and never saw her again in the immortal world. The mountains and rivers are still the same, the frost and snow are still the same, The only remaining sentence-- The frost stains my sleeves, and I will have no king for the rest of my life.
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