During the chaos among the ghost clan more than 70,000 years ago, she glanced at him in the thick smoke. With just one glance, she recalled 70,000 years of memories.
Blood-red tear mole, longing for me for thousands of years, I don't know if I will recall it forever.
She remembers him, he doesn't recognize her.
More than 70,000 years of time have passed away, and she has already buried her memories into a city wall, tightly enclosing her heart in it. It doesn't matter if we meet again, it doesn't matter if we are strangers, it doesn't matter if we are together, and it doesn't matter if we say goodbye forever. Her love for him has long been composed into a silent and stunning song, floating across the world.
"Hen'an, it turns out that this is indeed the case. Just because of one look, I spent my whole life."
"I have never experienced love or hate for him, but suddenly, I have missed him year after year."
"This obsession of more than 70,000 years, I just regard it as a piece of music and just play it. At most, I sigh, why can't the most true heart meet the most right person?"