Yihao fan, can be read independently.
Wedge
I still remember that thousands of years ago, I stood at the head of Naihe Bridge. Looking from a distance, I saw a man. The man was dressed in white and had an extraordinary bearing. I saw walking on Huangquan Road. At that time, there were large patches of Manzhu and Shahua, as bright as blood. He stood on the Wangxiang Stone and took one last look at the human world. It was that look that I will never forget.
That was a look that could dazzle the world.
He calmly took the Meng Po soup from Po Meng's hand and drank it gracefully.
This kind of scene happened again and again, and I watched him walk across Naihe Bridge, come to Wangxiang Terrace, and drink Mengpo soup again and again. . .
You and I are just like Manzhu and Shahua.
In the end, the mortal world is melancholy, but it is just reincarnation.
Every time I reincarnate on the road to hell and smell the fragrance of flowers on the other side, I can think of my past life and swear never to be separated again, but I still fall into the cycle of curse the next time.
Flowers bloom on the other shore, leading to the hell of the underworld.
The love between me and you is like this fire-like flower, full of sadness but burning with the loyalty of love...