The moon in the middle of mourning is as forgotten as dust, like warm tide, untouchable.
After three lives of intertwining, if we insist on meeting again, you will die and I will die.
Who falls into the devil's path for whom, and who grows old overnight for whom.
When the Three Kingdoms war, who will die by the sword?
Traveling to other countries, seeing the vast yellow sand again, I still can't stop yearning for it.
No matter it's wrong, I just can't bear to forget it. We are so far away from each other and so far apart. Even though we are hurt all over, I still want you to accompany me through this world of mortals to see the prosperity I promised you.
"Stop trying to escape. You can only stand by my side in this life."
"This is your last life. I once became a devil for you and your hair turned gray. Now I cannot promise you a prosperous life. I am willing to let you fly in the sky. You want to be happy."
Whose shouts pierce the sky, and whose ravings are heart-wrenching.
In the corners where love passes, flowers bloom on the streets. Endless prosperity is my betrothal gift to rule the world.
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I am a stepmother who tortures my heart, tortures my heart, and tortures my heart.