Old Love, Like a Dream

Jialan. Luo Yun. The tides of change swirl above the divine realm's highest peak, while two rival dynasties scheme and struggle against each other. A life of intoxication and dreams. In a single day, everything falls. Ten years of waiting and enduring. Ten years of exile and searching. A war that cannot be avoided, with no homecoming and no end. It is only the beginning. -- I love you. But I love schemes for power even more, the blaze of slaughter even more. I love the realm above all. -- I know all you can give me is the deepest despair and the most beautiful death. The realm is like a painting. The passing years are like a painting. The beloved is like a painting. Because of the holy war four years later, even the most beautiful memories left by our first meeting can only bring greater sorrow when recalled. Those promises and attachments from long ago are all past joys, all old dreams. The memories we cannot forget are all vows we cannot keep, all moments in the past that we can never return to.