It turns out that some things are not destined from the beginning. All the illusions are only in your fleeting smile. I have come across thousands of mountains and rivers just for the promise I made to you under the peach blossom tree thousands of years ago.
He is the descendant of Ruohua Warlock. A fleeting sigh, a wrong brush, hundreds of years of waiting. It turns out that the first time I met you, we were already destined to part ways...
The love between several people is like falling flowers flying under the moonlight. Who will be by your side in the end?
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