I still remember that at that time, at the foot of the blue clouds, there was a pool of spring water and several peach blossom trees.
With three parts fear and seven parts longing, she walked to the edge of the pool. A few peach blossoms reflected the woman's newborn appearance on the mirror-like lake - but her skin was as ice-cold as snow and her features were picturesque.
So he looked back excitedly, and saw under the peach tree in full bloom, a man in white clothes and silver hair smiled tiredly at himself because he had spent thousands of years of energy.
The spring breeze blew by, and the bright red peach petals drifted like snow, resting on the man's silver-haired snow temples, out of print and enchanting.
(This section belongs to Qian Mei and Mingyuan, haha, two foxes.)