We first met at the age of ten and fell in love for the rest of our lives.
Thousands of twists and turns, but ultimately no luck.
"An Yao, if you wait for me for five years, I will marry you."
"Brother Ran, it seems I can't wait any longer." She sighed, his indifferent face still in her mind.
In the pool of blood, the flowers withered, and everyone saw her fragrance fade away, but they didn't see her transform into an immortal in the blink of an eye.
The five-year promise passed by in a blink of an eye. When he came back, he had already made great strides and was making waves.
All he saw was a low grave.
When we meet again, he wants to marry someone else.
"Su Ran, did I misjudge you? I've been waiting for you for five years, but you refused to give me even half a year.
When the flowers fall, the cold water dries up, and thousands of mountains turn to snow, can everything turn back?