The snow is soft and icy, like falling cherry blossoms flying everywhere, like the orchid being lonely and cold, what should I do when the orchid is destroyed and broken...
Chen sighed: I sigh that I secretly miss you, feel sad about life, feel sad and sad, love and love, hate the rain and worry about the clouds.
Feng complained: There is a lot of trouble in my heart, and I can't find any way. I do this every night, my heart is broken, and I shed tears one after another.
Mo Shu: The old love is like a dream, truly unforgettable. I hope there will be an afterlife to break through the confusion.
In the silent night, I am a lonely person, my mind is wandering, I am awake at night, looking out the window, the cold wind adds to the desolation, the stars in the sky accompany me sleepless. Memory is like water poured into the palm of your hand. No matter you spread it out or hold it tightly, it will eventually flow cleanly from your fingers drop by drop. Such auspicious light, outstanding, just for her, and from now on, it will be just for her...
Kunlun Mountain, the sky is covered with snow.
After a hundred years of severe cold, ice has become her bones and snow has become her flesh. The girl's clothes are as white as snow. Standing on the top of Kunlun, her beautiful appearance is as clear as the snowflakes flying in the sky.
"Have you decided?" The old man with white beard and white hair looked solemn.
"Yes."
"This means you have to give up. Can you do it?" The old man sighed silently.
"Even if you become a mortal, one day..." The old man's words cannot hide the vicissitudes of life.
"Elder, please do me a favor.