She is stubborn; he is gentle.
She loved his eyes the most.
He loved her hair the most.
She is his infatuated love that he cannot escape even after reincarnation.
He is the obsession that she still misses after thousands of times.
If she hadn't met him, would she still be sitting in the Palace of Eternal Life, cold and emotionless?
If he hadn't met her, would he still be wandering around in the vast world without any fun?
They met each other in the world of mortals, and from then on they were lingering together, never leaving each other, and engraved each other firmly in the depths of their souls. Forget the Chuan River and Meng Po Tang, I still cannot forget them, and I dare not forget them.
The encounter was beautiful: I vaguely saw a person standing in front of me. His white clothes were flying, like an immortal descending. There were dots of blood on his clothes, like peach falling on the snow. He had handsome features, a gentle jade face, slanted eyebrows flying into the temples, affectionate phoenix eyes flowing gracefully, and a pair of pale thin lips tightly pursed, adding a touch of unique charm. At this time, the man in white brocade clothes seemed to be the most dazzling light in the world, and he could only be remembered forever. People like these who are as gentle as jade are only eight or nine years old, and they will definitely be a disaster when they grow up. Su Luorao stared blankly at the rare and beautiful dark eyes in the world, and the dark red cat eyes turned seductive and blood red. Time seems to have stopped moving forward, and a century has passed. The sad pain in my heart actually lingers in my chest, extending along the flower roots on my chest to the blood-red poppy on my left collarbone. But suddenly he saw him fall backward and fainted.