Yun Wuxiang - Yunjuan Yunshu is wrapped in the ever-changing downpour of cold rain or the thunderous thunder and fire. Bu Jingyun, the "god of death who never cries" who is always dressed in cruel black robes, who is waiting for the hand that shakes the clouds and rain to hold and comfort him?
The wind is invisible - the wind blows in the wind, is it the gentle gentleman who is as gentle as jade, or the wind demon with thousands of winds, the graceful young master Nie Feng who is like a wind god in white clothes, who stops for Haiyi in his footsteps that have traveled through thousands of rivers and mountains?
Frost has no trace - What awaits under the snow are the melting ice and snow, or the spring-colored sleepers in the garden? Only the blue-purple sky with stopped clouds and wind is worthy of you, Qin Shuang. Whose heart was captured and whose heart was dyed by the eyes of Xinyin that night?
It's not a tragedy, really. I don't want to see my senior brother die at the hands of that despicable and shameless person. Make a fist! Please don't slap me, really, I'm afraid of pain, bow! Update is slow...