The woman was wearing a wedding robe, and her smile was even thicker, as if blood was oozing from the corners of her lips, which became brighter and brighter under the candlelight. Leaning slightly against the man, her thin lips parted slightly: It's finally over, it's great, I can die in your arms.
The man gently stroked his forehead, and the black hair spread out like the Milky Way in the Nine Heavens. If I didn't have a beloved woman in this life, I would definitely fall in love with you.
Yuyin: Master, I like you.
Mo Lian: But I have someone I like.
Yuyin: Master, what is her name?
Mo Lian: It's been a long time, I only remember her name is Ye Yao.
What you fall in love with is just a name. For thousands of years, I once had a name: Ye Yao.