Immortals and Demons Are Not Attached to Each Other

I once whispered that the sky would not care about me, but now my sleeves are blowing in the wind and I am enjoying my life. The jade sheng is cold, the time is lost, and every leaf in the orchid boat is full of farewell feelings. It's hard to see each other on a green bamboo boat, rouge is like blood, and your face is like jade. The treasure hairpin is divided, the dream soul is entangled, and the thousand cups keep thinking about the old appearance. Pour the wine lightly, reflecting the demonic face, the wind blows in the sleeves, the lonely soul is helpless. It's better to be obsessed with love and stay haggard. We should sigh and look at each other but not hear each other. The love is empty, the people are no longer the same, the clouds are breaking and the moon is coming, when will we meet again? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.