Lovesickness Is Worthy of Jiuyouqing

My name is Xiaoyao. I used to be the Wang Ji of Dahuang, but now I am just an inconspicuous little medical girl in Qingshui Town. The days in Qingshui Town are as peaceful as water. You get up in the morning to collect medicine, and go home to make tea at night. The neighbors greet you with smiling faces. It seems that the past swords and swords, love and hate entanglements have been buried by time. But I know that some people and some things can never be forgotten. In the dead of night, I always dream of him - the man with white hair and red clothes, standing at the end of the sea and sky, with his back to the sunset, and the shadow of the Hydra looming behind him. He never looked back or spoke, he just stood quietly, like a lonely stone statue, letting the sea breeze ruffle his long, snow-like hair. Every time I wake up, my heart seems to be clenched tightly, and I can't breathe due to pain. Xiang Liu, are you really dead? Or are you going to use your indifferent attitude to keep me away even to death?