This is an unknown dynasty, this is an unparalleled love, and the blooming Manroshahua plant soaks the memory of the past life with blood.
I looked back on the Naihe Bridge and took my last look at your appearance. Tears slid down her face and dripped into Meng Po's soup. The green blood was dyed into peach blossoms. In that moment, tears fell like rain. The memory of the past life, the cinnabar on the eyebrows, and the thousands of years of reincarnation under the bridge have turned into dimples that are faintly visible in the smile.
When love has come to an end and hate is entangled, looking back, is there no way out?
With the parting of the past life, come to find the love and sorrow of this life.