It was a pair of extremely beautiful eyes, like a bottomless cave, so I never saw eyes like this again.
"Xianxian, not everyone will treat you sincerely."
"Xianxian, it's time for you to grow up."
Leng Su had insisted on keeping that heart-throb woman.
Will the ending be different, will they never see each other again?
But fate is what it is, as unforgettable as she herself is.
It's just that Yun Ruoxian is too delicate and falls apart as soon as it blows.
"I am not wrong, it has always been you who was wrong." I will stay with you for another three thousand years, and neither humans nor ghosts will die.
"Enough, really enough" is the time to return the thousand knives to him ten thousand times, because he really doesn't deserve it anymore
"Oh, you still remember, but I'm sorry I forgot." She smiled, with an emotionless and bold smile, no longer the faint and reserved smile of that time.
A god who fell into the mortal world. Still the Jiutian Xuanren trapped in the magic box. None of this matters anymore. When he wanted to say that it didn't matter anymore, it didn't matter anymore, it really didn't matter anymore! But she left, and he forced her to leave. He was wrong!
When the sword was pressed against her, he looked at her coldly.
But now another person is pressing against him for her.