For five hundred years, I stood at the place where you disappeared, staring in the direction where you left.
For five hundred years, I have engraved your appearance and voice in my heart. Every scar is a memory.
Five hundred years later, I cut your back out of loneliness and pasted it on the window lattice.
How many five hundred years later, the wind will take it away, blow it away to the end of the world, and destroy everything into smoke. Have you ever had a trace of regret and refused to look back with even the slightest luxury?
A lifetime, by the Luoshui River, Aying, a peasant girl from Huansha, has been in love with Wuxie, the god of Angri in Jiutian for a long time. He vowed to come back to find her but ended up breaking the promise. There were three hundred years in heaven and three hundred years on earth. After the Emperor of Heaven expired, he violated the rules of heaven and came down to earth to look for her reincarnation. The world was rolling around, but she was nowhere to be found. Before time, was love too small?
In the second life, in the Shura Hall, the Demon Lord's right-hand envoy Rouxuan's sister Yingluo deliberately approached the Demon Lord's prince Wuxie in order to help her brother usurp the Demon Lord's position and attempted to kill the crown prince. Cause and effect reincarnate, but she can't help but fall in love with him. When the future princess Xizhao learns about their relationship, she worries that her status as the queen of the devil will be compromised and secretly colludes with Rouxuan. Is love vulnerable before interests?
Three lives, nine heavens, the water demon in Luoshui fell in love at first sight with the innocent looking for Aying in the lower world. After practicing for five hundred years, she ascended to the Goddess of Luoshui and became a member of the Immortal Class to meet the Lord Angri. After two lifetimes of love, Wu Xie refused to show any sincerity. Ren Yingluo loved him regardless of anything, but he only retaliated and hurt her deeply. Without true love, who's to blame?
Eternal silence, thinking of you, thinking of innocence.