On the bank of Santu River, after Manzhu and Shahua left, the other side? Dagger?６?? Conggaihao∷? School? Shaking? Cutting vomiting?? Cutting pan?? Shaking? Empty? Walking close and relying on one's bag, desolate and immersed?
The mortal world is chaotic, the sky is smiling, the frosty moon is boundless, and the sky is filled with embers. After waiting for thousands of years, her eyes are as dark as a thousand years ago, but his eyes can no longer tolerate anything else. Compared with Manzhu and Shahua who have never been seen before, this is good. His happiness is so simple and long-lasting. If we had ignored the loneliness in your eyes that day, could we have been like this for a thousand years and a thousand years...