The snow in Kunlun Ruins has fallen for three thousand years, and the red flower trees bloom year after year.
He is the god of war, but he protects the common people but bears the spirit of the flower; she is the red flower soul, who turns her body into a chain to bury all her love, hate and obsession.
The nine-tailed fox in Qingqiu survived the disaster and forgot about its past, but only remembered guarding the crimson tree.
The wind and snow were speechless, and the sleeping white clothes, the cuddled red shadow, and the persistent fox shadow became the longest thoughts of Kunlun Ruins.
Intention: The snow is thick on the top of Kunlun, and the red flowers have been established for a thousand years.
The sword rises, the star sinks, and slays the nightmare chaos, and the heart hides its obsession with the cold sky.
The red clothes turn into a lock and are silent in front of the wind, and the green tail remains fragrant in dreams.
Every year, flowers burn like fire, and love is deep in my bones and I can't sleep.
