Year after year, I go to the Sophora japonica tree in Nagisa, and there are plum blossoms in the snow morning and evening.
There is such a person who is struggling to survive in the crimson hell, using all means to gain cultivation, but exhausting his cultivation just to save others.
I know that person, she is Su Xiao.
I also know the person she saved. His name is Beizhu, and he is me.
Su Xiao, Su Xiao, I want to know what you look like in those vague fragments of those things I forgot?
Su Xiao, Su Xiao, I want to know what kind of face is underneath your extremely gorgeous red makeup?
Conception: