That ancient tree deep in the snow-capped mountains had filaments like moonlight flowing on its iron-gray branches, entangling everyone's pulse. Mortals can't see it, but they only know that this is how it should be; monks can see it, and they think they can go against heaven. And Xiyun has known since she was a child how painful it is to have that thing wrapped around her heart, and it comes without warning, like someone is sewing thread into the bone inch by inch.
But at this time, somewhere she couldn't see, there was a person who could only be trapped in a dark palace, unable to see the light.
No one told them the truth here, and no one would know.
But the pain that time almost made her faint. His fingers dug into the frozen soil unconsciously, and there was blood between his fingers. Just as she was about to stagger to her knees again, a pair of hands supported her.
And those eyes that should have been bright were covered by a thick red color.
She lay on his back, trying to find out. But the wind was too loud and she couldn't ask.
Don't be afraid, I won't let you leave me again this time
Intention: Destiny creates a dilemma with no solution, and we use persistence to fight for the hope of staying together.