Hidden in the cracks in the reincarnation of the three realms is a blood-stained sapphire pendant.
The red marks on the other side flowing between the jade patterns are the marks of him and her - he is the flower soul of the other side that has just bloomed from the chaos. The tip of the spear picked through the bones and blood of gods and demons, but when her silver scales brushed against her neck, it revealed the loneliness of thousands of years. The first ray of warmth in the heart; she is the silver dragon princess in the depths of the dragon abyss, her green eyes are reflected in the dazzling sea of stars, but she is willing to smash Optimus Prime for him, let the hot dragon blood soak into the chalcedony, and condense into prophecies for generations to come.
Is the curse of flowers and leaves never meeting each other a shackle engraved in their souls, or is it a mark of their resistance to heaven?
When the sapphire pendant trembles at the end of reincarnation, when the fire of burning heaven licks the flower branches, is this obsession that spans three lives the end of calamity or the beginning of love?
Note: Aimed to share a story. A pair of infatuated lovers who are dedicated to love, sacrifice themselves, and persist despite hardships. Affectionate and responsible, but also with the weaknesses and limitations of human nature.
The green pendant is tied to the soul ferrying reincarnation, and the flower on the other side is engraved with two idiots. The body was burned and the dragon's blood splashed into the Tianchi. The soul of Zhenyuan is about to be shattered by the halberd, the pillar of heaven is tilted, and the jade is turned into ashes.
The remaining jade locks the heart and the palace wall is silent, Zhang Xue is impeached, and it is the time of fake marriage. Jin Luan made a mistake and burned the pendant to hide the remaining pieces. Thirty years ago, half of the jade was hanging on the empty curtain. The love was not lost, and it was locked in the deep boudoir.
The wind is blowing fiercely on the Immortal Platform, the demon king is kneeling, and the emperor is in danger. His heart was gouged out and he wore a faint light on the bottom of his sleeves. The divine consciousness whispers and the soul secretly promises that for three thousand eons, we will return to the ruins together.
The peach garden is blooming on the other side, the flowers and leaves are nestled together, and the crown and hairpin are removed. Making tea in plain clothes, the green and white jade are shining together. As the stars and rivers turn, the same branches guard each other. The vows made in the past will follow in this life.
