The nine reincarnations are all sadomasochism, and they will be remembered for thousands of years at a glance. His relationship with her was finally trapped in half-finished words.
It is hard to violate the law of heaven and hard to break the curse, but he insists on going against fate, and she insists on persisting to the end.
Even through all the calamities, I only wish to write half of my love words with her into a perfect world!
Farewell to the Heavenly Palace during the Warring States Period: "The distance between gods and humans is like the scabbard and the tip of a sword. One wants to protect, the other wants to break, and in the end only the sword disappears."
Qin Dynasty·The city was broken and he died in love: "Jiangshan is your life, and you are my life. If the city is broken, my life is gone, but I still want to follow you, even on Qianquan Road."
The Third Life: Blood Oath Curse: "The blood on the coffin was written about life after life, but when the wind of heaven blew, it became a lie that 'true love is hard to find.'"
Tang Dynasty·Steamed bun encounter: "That year, the snow was so heavy that it seemed to bury the world. The steamed buns you handed me warmed me for three days and made me remember it for a lifetime."
Song Dynasty·Yanyan missed: "Poems can fill the mountains and rivers, but they cannot fill your name; red candles can light up the new house, but they cannot light up the gaps in my heart."
In the Ming Dynasty, the soldiers depended on each other: "Your injury is on the body, and mine is on the heart. Jinwei's sword is very fast, but our thoughts are longer than the sword."
The Eighth Life: Meeting in the Mirror: "What the mirror reflects is not the past life, but the words that have not been spoken, the hands that have not been held, and the waiting that has spanned eight lives."
The Moon Palace finally meets: "Nine lamps have been on for eight lifetimes, and half a word has been waiting for a thousand years. Now, it's time to write the remaining words as "us".
Modern·Rubbing shoulders: "The familiarity of the eighth century is hidden in the windows where we pass each other, like a book that has not yet been opened, and the words that have not been finished."
