Yun Zhaozhao died seven times and watched the Qingxiao Sect destroyed seven times.
When she woke up for the eighth time, the senior brother's hand that blocked her sword and was cut off in the end was stretched out in front of her again.
"Junior sister, the mountain road is slippery."
She took a step back.
This time, she decided not to save anyone, mind her own business, and never get close to anyone.
But she avoided her senior brother, and he still brought her a quilt to keep out the cold. She refused to cry out in pain, but the second senior sister still held her hand and picked out the sand from the wound.
When the disciples were about to fall off the cliff, she was the first to run back.
Yun Zhaozhao originally thought that with seven times of memory, he could at least save them from injuries.
Until she stopped the flying blade that was supposed to hurt someone, another fellow disciple was injured at the same time.
And the visitor from Tianji Pavilion who was supposed to show up three months later stood under the ancient cypress on the day he entered.
She remembers everyone's old endings.
But this time, things have begun to change.
