One life of glitz and two clear dreams.
Whose eyes are soaked in the dust of the world? As soon as I turned around, I stepped into a blood-red fire.
Whose clothes outline the faint traces? In an instant, he reached Santu Wangchuan.
Manzhushahua blooms for a thousand years and falls for a thousand years. The flowers and leaves will never see each other again. Love is not cause and effect, fate determines life and death.
She planted a blood-red and enchanting obsession, waiting for the beautiful path of fire to open up in the reincarnation, just for a hurried pass.
Those days that exude the pleasant fragrance of sunshine are enough to have memories.