Rebirth of Qifeng Qingya
Counting the palm prints over time, the colorful fallen flowers dancing on the hands
The years are passing away, and the sound of water in the pavilion is cold at dusk. As the years come to an end, whose face is remembered and whose nostalgia is cherished.
Qi Ya fell into a coma due to heat stroke and accidentally fell back to her childhood. When everything was reshuffled and her destiny was retaken, she chose to inadvertently slip out of the original track. Is her destiny really that different? Will everything really go smoothly and everything goes as planned?
Will he deduce those already scattered lives? Being forewarned, can those old entanglements and grievances really be avoided before they happen? And what beautiful accidents will there be in this familiar yet unfamiliar numerology?
Bickering and venomous words in trivial matters, holding hands together in life and death, without those small flows of water, how can you be allowed to live a long life...
The appearance of happiness is gradually pieced together from the scattered trivial matters of the passing years...
Counting the palm prints of the passing years, the colorful fallen flowers dancing all the way over the hands...
Carve an extraordinary memory, life is like drinking water, you know whether it is warm or cold.
You are my Qi Ya, I am your breeze, the wind abides in the dust and the fragrance is fragrant. I know how good you are...
Just watch the sultry girl bump into bumps and bumps all the way through the long years after her rebirth. Go ahead and cherish it!
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