When we first met, she was a dancing girl in the spring, with black hair like smoke; he was the son of the Xuan family, with calm features.
He was young and frivolous, but unexpectedly, his words became a prophecy.
When they met again, she was the god of subjugation who was trapped in the Kunlun Ruins; and he was the dead servant of an enemy country who sacrificed his body for the Xuan family's bloodline.
I once thought that the story between them had ended with a bright red seal, but I found that hundreds of years had passed by, the scroll unfolded, and they looked at each other speechlessly again.
Only then did they realize that time had long lost its meaning to them.
She said, "I heard that there is a tree in this world, and the fruit it produces is actually a heart surrounded by fog, and the heart contains memories of past lives. Can you help me break off a branch? I want to plant it and see."
She said, "Do you think the butterflies on my shoulders look good? I conjured them up."
She said, "Look at the way I look like a human being and a ghost now. Even I hate myself. If I continue to live like this, it will be too boring. It would be more fun to die."
She forgot about him, the concealment and betrayal between them.
I still want to remember it so stubbornly.
She named the tree Canmengzhi, and secretly ate the fruits behind his back. Then miraculously only the beautiful memories between them came back.
But in the end, he realized that the more and more butterflies on her shoulders were the broken soul spreading out of her body.