Farewell to Beicheng, looking back at the amber color of three lives;
Xicheng Jue, turn around and be glazed white for the rest of your life;
That tree is glazed white,
For whom?
It is because of his life and death that he is obsessed with it and devotes all the world to it;
It is for his love that penetrates to the bone and remains unwavering until death;
Or waiting silently for him to be free from dust.
When a cool secret agent becomes a princess in distress,
When the prime minister's daughter turns into a martial arts witch,
This world... Is fantasy.
She is cruel, she is crazy, she is wild, she is crazy,
But it still can't stop the peach blossoms from flooding in.
She looked up to the sky and screamed:
Oh my God! You let me travel through time just to play with me, right?