The flowers of the world are shattered around the waist, the heart is ashes and turned into smoke, the lingering tears are scattered and sleepless, the messy words are far away.
"If you were not a demon and I was not an immortal, maybe you and I could grow old together as mandarin ducks. If you were not a disciple and I was not a teacher, maybe you and I could join hands and sing together..."
Unfortunately, there is no if...
In the end, there is no way to escape the saying that all people in the world, then, let the immortals return to the path of immortality, and the devils return to the path of devils.
"Everyone wants my life. I thought you were the only one I could trust, but I didn't know that you are the one who wants my life the most..."