It's late in the south, and the clouds are dusty.
Five lives and five lifetimes, the two do not harm each other, but they do not complement each other.
In the first life, she was the Snow Goddess, he was the world-guarding priest, and fate was his enemy. She was buried under his god-killing blade, and he was buried with his soul.
In the second life, she was the princess who had subjugated her country, and he was the general who controlled the country. The family and the country were at odds with each other. She committed suicide in front of his palace, and he drank poison along with her.
In the third life, she was a witch from the demon sect, and he was the leader of the Righteous Path. Good and evil were not mutually exclusive. He killed his beloved by mistake and cut off his own meridians and died.
In the fourth life, she was a general queen, and he was a ruthless emperor, scheming and scheming. She drank poisonous wine, and he died of loneliness for half his life.
In the first four lives, swords and daggers faced each other, and blood and tears were returned. They all died at each other's hands, or died for each other's love.
In the fifth life, the mortal world has turned into snow, and there are no more immortals or demons, no family or country, no good or evil, and no imperial power.
He is no longer a superior god and king, and she is no longer a fateful misfortune.
Five lifetimes of love tribulations, one lifetime of perfection.
The clouds are thousands of miles deep, but they will never let down the snow in Nanzhi.
Purpose: Keep the old age