When the red sword penetrated his chest,
Only then did she suddenly realize,
It turns out that hate, like love, has become a wound, which is shocking.
How wonderful it would be if life were just like the first time we met. She smiled innocently and he was charming.
——"Lily of the Valley"
In the cold snow of Qianling Mountains, he gently stretched out his hand to her again,
The temperature in the palm of my hand is the same as it was many years ago.
However, the temperature of memories is frozen in the cold snow.
Who said that love is as distant as a wandering heart and soul separated from each other, but as short-lived as a gaze between four eyes.
——"Si Nian Chapter"
She is a high-ranking witch who can predict the future, but not love;
He is a frightening cold-blooded killer who can cut off the head but not the fate.
——"Bicheng Chapter"
The beautiful and psychedelic southern border, the mysterious and distant Brahma Demon;
The ground is red with demons, the sea of blood is fragrant,
Is it God's mercy that is spreading, or is it the devil's bones and blood that is spreading?
Listen, whose soul is singing, singing that unparalleled sadness. . .
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