On the magical continent, a love affair intertwined with power and conspiracy is in full swing. Who is her final destination, and who is the person she loves so much? Conspiracy, power, status, how does a woman who looks at another world as ethereal as a falling cherry make a choice?
He smiled, looked at me as if he was relieved, and murmured, Ziyu, Ziyu... You must be strong, you have to live... Then he looked up at the sky and smiled, everything looked like white flowers falling, still as white and crystal clear, and there was never any dust...
She was still smiling devilishly, and the unstoppable blood from her mouth poured out and dripped on her fiery red astrology robe. She was so enchanting, like a blooming flame flower. I saw that her mouth shape was vaguely, Ziyu, Ziyu, my favorite person, I will always protect you, protect you... Then she smiled devilishly in the smoke.