Purple Kite Flowers Fall

In the past, they stood on the top of the mountains, looking up at life. Meet, get acquainted, get to know each other. Under the purple kite tree, I agreed to this body. We meet by the Naihe Bridge, and we will never forget each other when we meet again. The cold sharp sword that penetrated the chest cut off the fate and the identity. The soul-eating blood curse makes the soul fly away. Who cut off whose relationship? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.