In the silent desolation, the world's situation changes rapidly in their hands. The clouds turn over the hands, and the rain falls over the hands.
He promises stability to the people of the world, and he governs the ups and downs of the world. However, there is a woman who flies like a delicate phoenix in the nine heavens. The flowers fall and she bathes in the fire, and the phoenix burns.
He walks with the little phoenix he cares about toddling around, babbling and learning words. He is still a pure young man in the eyes of everyone, indifferent and kind-hearted, and has no fight with the world. She still lives happily as she pleases.
She has a golden helmet and silver feathers, and his skirt is flying among the green mountains and green waters. She made a promise to him, a promise of return. He accepted her love and pledged his life and death to her. If the world is united for a long time, it will divide, and if it is divided for a long time, it will unite. This is what people want and it is also the general trend. A battle shocked all the powerful nations in silence, and engraved her pride on her delicate bones.
The flower is not a flower, and she is not her. He held up the fallen Jiao her, and sure enough, she was not him either.