Fu Xiang is a woman who, for certain reasons, has been granted an undying □□. Across her long life, she seeks even the faintest spark of warmth, however hopeless the search, hoping it will illuminate a silent, frozen, and eternal world. She thought the past had long since scattered with the wind and flowed away with the water. So why, through the endless turns of reincarnation, does the unending journey keep trying to bring her back to that one beginning, that one name: Jialiang?
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Ah! I actually forgot to rate...
One word, sad! Well! It made me shed a lot of tears...
… The beginning is okay. . . Later, I had no literary talent at all. . . Can't stand it. . .
Every time I read this chapter, tears fall involuntarily, because of the fairy who loves Luoluo with her life. Luoluo belongs to the fairy, but Fuxiang will always belong to Jialiang. For Fuxiang, although the feeling for the goblin is not love, it has already penetrated deep into the bone marrow and will never be forgotten... Author's reply: Well, think what I think
In fact, female pigs are quite pitiful.
Don't like this kind of feeling. Goblins, I like goblins.
I felt very lonely after reading it. I have always wondered what it feels like to love someone. I am already 24 years old, but I don't know what it feels like to love someone. I feel the love of others for me, but I feel powerless. The people I love most are my parents. After reading this article, I feel even more confused. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Love looking at each other from a distance, staying together until old age, loyal brothers, and a look that never grows old, let a woman get them all in her life. Is it a blessing or a misfortune? I'll give you extra points at the end of each chapter, but I can't write a comment because I suddenly remembered that a long time ago, a man read in my ear: Life and death are bound by a common bond, and I am happy with my son. Hold your son's hand and grow old together. Then the tears I had been holding back for several years burst out in an instant. We have to admit that those who leave first will leave the living with a lifetime of endless sadness and desperate longing. He once asked me, do you believe in heaven? I will wait for you in heaven. I said that if you leave, there will be no paradise in my world. God, if there really is an afterlife, I would trade my loneliness in this life for holding his hand and growing old together with him in the next life. Fragrant, the beauty is still there, but the desolation of things changing and people changing, I think I understand. If I could really turn back time, I would never choose to hold his hand. One time is enough for the heartbreaking pain.
It's so well written, alas, that's all it can do
This ending is not necessarily a bad one.