In that life, he healed her residual leg. She said that a favor must be repaid. He just smiled and shook his head, gently stroking the horn that grew out of his head for some reason.
In the last life, fate reincarnated. The young female monarch broke into the ninth level due to her youthful vigor, and pulled the vice-emperor into the devil's barrier by accident, kicking off the intertwining of love and hate.
In this life, even if we meet unexpectedly, I just hope that you and I will be well and not forget each other.
Three thousand years of dreaming, thirty thousand years of waiting, and three hundred thousand years of separation.
One life is like a dream, two lives are like fate, and three lives are like calamity. In a flash of youthful beauty, lingering reincarnation, the face in the memory has been erased. When he reaches out his hand to touch the head again, wrapping around his fingertips, there is nothing but spare loneliness.
Who strayed into whose dream, and who captured who in the dream?