I can't see all the mountains and rivers, and I can't stop listening to it. My fingers are broken and my strings are broken.
He was once a wild ghost living in the mortal world, a lonely soul blocked on the road to hell and unable to reincarnate. She was once a voluptuous yet clear woman in a brothel, and she was once a beggar on the verge of death but ignored. Sometimes prosperous and sometimes depraved, sometimes high mountains and sometimes abyss.
Is it resentment, obsession, or just being left to fend for itself when no one cares about it.
She appeared again, wearing a red dress and wearing cloud shoes, smiling contemptuously at the mortal world, and cruelly cutting off the love between her children.
It was rumored that Leng Wan could kill anyone with a sword, but in the end she could not attack that person.
People rumored that Leng Wan could conquer the world with one hand, but they had never seen Leng Wan's true face.
It was rumored that Leng Wan could bring back the souls of the dead to save the world, but when the world was in chaos, blood flowed into rivers.
It was rumored that Leng Wan had super powers, but he died tragically in front of her door again and again after visiting her.
Is it an innocent soul, an immortal, or someone whose hand reaches the sky that no one knows.
She held her chin up, her eyes innocent and bright, "There is nothing in this world that I can't do for you."
He frowned, his expression solemn and strange, "In this world, you can never help yourself on my behalf."