She only remembered that she had sacrificed everything for a fragile and ethereal relationship, was so hateful that she burned everything, and was so desperate that she sealed herself in an ice coffin and slept for nearly a thousand years.
On a certain day of a certain year, a certain month, the man who was very familiar in her memory woke her up from the ice coffin. She looked at him with dark eyes. Facing the dangerous and tempting world, she once again chose to accept it, maybe to forget, or maybe to reunite.
The lively and innocent off-kilter girl Luo Luo, the very kind but murderous Saint Lance Empire, the enemy's monster king who made her feel a little gentle, the beautiful young man who fell from the sky to kill her... What exactly happened back then?
"I've been wandering around for so many years. I'm tired of waiting and watching. I don't dare to hope that the person who haunts me but whose name I can't even remember will reappear in front of me." Qian Ji wrapped the bandage on her hand in circles, speaking in a calm tone, as if she didn't care. "Although I sleep most of the time, I am a person who has lived for thousands of years, and I should understand a little bit."
"If those things that have gone with the wind cannot be restored no matter what, let me work hard to retain the present moment."
She finally tightened the bandage, glanced at me lightly and quickly, then lowered her eyes and walked back into the thick gauze tent.