For half her life, she spent all her money to stand shoulder to shoulder with that man on the ninth level.
For half her life, she worked every step of the way, just because she couldn't ask for anything in this world without her, and she would rather bear the burden of the world for me.
Before his death, his father held her hand tightly and left only eight words: his heart is as high as the sky, and his life is as thin as paper.
When Zuo Yuan saw her the first time he saw her, he said: Xiao He is the one who succeeds, and Xiao He is the loser.
When Tian Luo Xuan met her for the first time, he gently held the sword flower, and the sword roared for nine days. The feeling on his neck was light and cold, but the blood flowing out was bone-deep cold.
But that man just said calmly: Whatever the price of a human life, the price of the country should be the same. You and I are no exception.
The vast country, the chessboard that changes in an instant. In a moment, there was an entanglement from another life. Who solved the mystery of life and death, and who solved the obsession with reincarnation for thousands of years.
Love, hate, hatred, family, country and the world, how should she choose?