When I first met him more than a thousand years ago, he smiled brilliantly. "You are the cherry blossom I planted, so I will give you your name." She squinted at him with disdain on her face.
"'The peach blossoms shine like flowers'... Since my name comes from here, then yours also comes from here." He looked her up and down, "Although the transformation is not very beautiful, it is still worthy of the name 'Taoyao'."
Why does her cherry blossom have to be called a peach blossom? She gritted her teeth and had no choice. Who makes people be gods? She suppressed the anger in her heart and said, "Thank you, Immortal Lord."
The last time I saw him three hundred years ago, he smiled sadly and beautifully. "Those who keep their memories alone are extremely pitiful..." His tone contained a touch of self-deprecation, and his voice dispersed lonely in the night wind. At that moment, she felt inexplicable heartache and unforgettable pain. Therefore, even if three hundred years pass by, she will never forget it. When dreaming back at midnight, she would always see him smiling sadly and looking at her lonely: "People who only keep their memories alone are extremely pitiful..."
Thus, all this resulted in a search spanning three hundred years.
Three hundred years later, when she saw him again, everything was no longer the same as before, and she was the one who kept her memories alone. When the time and space they lived in had turned into a city of reinforced concrete, when he was no longer her Zhuohua, but she was still the persistent Sakura Demon.
A waiting mixed with love and hatred, a short period of time is actually more painful than a thousand years.
"Taoyao, I remember you..."