The wind of Forgotten River cannot wake up the decaying sea of flowers on the other side, and the fate of flowers and leaves never being seen can never bring back the original love.
The noble flower god of the other side is the brightest flower born in the underworld for thousands of years. Dressed in red, he ran by the Wangchuan River. He looked back and smiled, and the cold wind of Huangquan was dyed with tenderness. "Wangchuan, are you here to catch me?"
In an accident, she bumped into Wu Xin, a dark young man. She fell in love with him at first sight. They were twins, both gods and demons. They had a life-and-death ending. Their selfish desires on the other side made the underworld furious, and in exchange for their karma, their bodies were burned with fire, and their souls were destroyed by thunder. "The other side, do you know that you are wrong?" "The other side doesn't know."
Turning back the time, seven generations of ups and downs, from the feasting and feasting of the 21st century to the flames of the Republic of China, patrolling the mountains and seas, searching the world of mortals in search of seven true, pure and true hearts. "Is it worth it?" "It's worth it."
On the road to reincarnation, the black figure follows her like a shadow, and every time it touches her heart and soul, there will always be disaster. She blames him for setting up obstacles, but he protects her safety. "Why?" There was only silence.
On the line between life and death, the iron mask of the black robe is in front of him, the warmth of his palms penetrates the cold material, and the familiar breath makes people tremble. "Is that you?" "I'm sorry."
After eight reincarnations, the devil reappeared, staining the nine ghosts with blood. She suddenly realized that you and I are both ants in the chess game of Heaven. The beginning of the story is when you and I met for the first time, and the end of the story is when I use my soul to bring you back, and sacrifice my life to bring peace to the world. "If there is an afterlife, don't meet me."
No matter how hard the wind passes, there is no longer a flower god in red. On the banks of the Wangchuan River, a black figure stands in the sea of flowers day by day, looking at the endless dark night, letting the petals of the other side hang down on the shoulders. "Forget the other side of the river, don't forget the date of return." 260227
Purpose: to survive thousands of calamities for others, and ultimately to survive myself
