Rejoicing with you all over the city, how can you care about the peace of the world? After eleven years of love-hate entanglement, he smiled and drank the poisoned wine, "The world can be taken again, and a beautiful woman can be rare. I, An Gelan, admit it." The affection of the Eleven Swords became ruined, and she knelt down, "I can't bear his death, it's my uselessness."
Once there is smoke everywhere, who will be with you forever? Fate twists and turns repeatedly, rubbing them into it. After the smoke cleared and the truth came to light, what kind of love bloomed in the pear blossoms reflected by the spring water.