In front of the Wentian Mirror, the prophecy fell, and the gears of fate began to turn.
The moonlight is like practice, and the pear blossoms are like snow. Her favorite flower is indeed the pear flower. The pear blossoms on the branches are not stained by dust, and the eyes are bright and clear when they bloom. It wasn't until the end that she realized that it was never the pear blossoms that were so beautiful that caught her eye, but the cold, lonely man under the tree who looked like a pear blossom that caught her eye.
In the mortal world, with the same face as Chang Ning, Meng Ying could see through the soul through those clear eyes:
"I want to see you with all my eyes on you."
When Qianfan passes by and looks back, will there be anyone on the other side watching over him?
"I love you desperately and miss you forever. I am here and you are on the other side. My sister, maybe the only way we can love is to never meet again."
