"Nangong Daoyu." His voice was hoarse, "Have you ever... Heard anything in the abyss?"
She was shocked.
Paper crane. Creases. Reunion.
Those memories that did not belong to her, those obsessions that spanned life and death, now found their source in his eyes.
"I heard it," she whispered, "Some people say that love is not eternal, but he loves her, so love will become eternal."
Zhong Xuanyin's pupils shrank suddenly, and there was a joy in seeing her again after a long absence in his eyes.
The morning light completely illuminated the scorched earth, stretching the shadows of the two people very long. At that moment, Zhong Xuanyin suddenly understood - the bond between her and him might have been written tens of millions of years ago, but she had not yet turned to that page.
Intention: Don't give up on yourself just because of difficulties