It's raining at the beginning of the day, and love is deep and unlimited when we are young.
"Is the oath of eternal love you once said a child's promise?"
The beacon fire company, the afterimages and the bloody light are chaotic and crowded.
"From now on, there will be no more Qiao Xuanxian in the world. I am willing to hide my name and sneak into Shangyang. I hope that His Highness the Prince will take care of me."
The world of mortals is wrong, and the destiny is contrary to the heart.
"Qin Aocheng is willing to go to Liyang as a pledge to repay the country for his great kindness."
The light shines without sleep, a gentleman pulls the heart strings like jade
"Qingzhu, you are nothing in Guxin."
Proud of the green bamboo, the bamboo is unintentionally like frost bones.
"My heart has already died once, but I don't want to go through another disaster."
The loser is a bandit, the historian writes it wrong; the prosperous age is a mistake, and the chaos stains the dust. Thousands of people in the country sigh in vain. The sophistication and love of the world give rise to sighs.
"Let's do it. I have lived for too long and I don't want to wait any longer."