There is a flower in the underworld, and its name is the other shore.
Red as blood, beautiful and flamboyant, extremely coquettish.
Flowers on the other side bloom on the other side. Only the flowers can be seen, but no leaves.
Flowers bloom for a thousand years, flowers fall for a thousand years, and the flowers and leaves never see each other.
He once said in a low voice: "Ah Zhu, I am willing to shed your immortal bones for a thousand years so that you can bloom in one day."
She once promised with tears: "I am willing to fall into the Abi Hell forever in exchange for your peace of mind for the rest of your life."
The scent of flowers has magical power and can evoke memories of previous lives.
He once said with gentle eyes: "A Zhu, I remembered my past life and you broke your oath."
She was once filled with despair: "You betrayed me first and made me struggle in hell."
Love is not cause and effect, fate determines life and death.
