There are countless prosperous things, and I can't help but feel the love. Thousands of threads, hundreds of twists and turns, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains flying dust, laughter and colorful clothes full of prosperity.
She traveled through thousands of years and became the prime minister's daughter. She just wanted to escape from the world, but God failed to fulfill her wish and she got caught in a wrong situation.
She had no choice but to head straight ahead and cross the world of mortals, wandering unsteadily and sinking from then on.
A pole of wind and moon, a raincoat of mist. If we stay together forever, who doesn't expect to grow old?
But in the end, it just turned into a wisp of smoke, followed by the loess and the breeze.
Thousands of times back and forth, she stood in a dimly lit place, suddenly looking back, did he still remember her?