A glimpse at the age of fifteen can last a lifetime.
He is the relegated immortal Yang Mingsi Duanmu Luoyue, with silver hair and purple eyes, and the blindfolded white silk is stained with blood; he is the stubborn Yang Zicheng, who is reborn through reincarnation just to protect him throughout his life.
Forced by the right path and suppressed by the desire for power, he stabbed the sword into his heart with his own hands, binding his soul with his life and conveying his love with his sword.
The sword rang in the falling moon, and year after year, he guarded him who had lost his memory, waiting for a belated message, waiting for a consummation that would never be separated.
Intention: The falling moon and the sound of the sword, year after year, he guarded him who lost his memory, waiting for a belated message, waiting for a perfection that will never be separated.