In the first life, he guarded her for ten thousand years and let her wake up in chaos;
In the second life, he and she were together and missed each other, but they were destined to never see each other again.
In the third life, she was on that holy shore, with flowers blooming everywhere; but he was left beside the River of Forgetfulness, wailing all day long.
In the fourth life, thousands of feet of rhombus yarn stretches across Qionglou and Yuyu, and bright red wedding silk is knotted with auspiciousness and auspiciousness.
Under the raging Manzhushahua, he was dressed in blood and enchanting. He held the emerald jade flute in his own hand and penetrated her soul.
He asked: "Do you still remember the first golden light in the sky at that time?"
"Are you Shahua?"
"But you don't remember..."
"No, I remember-" At that moment, she broke into thousands of pieces.
………………
He shed his first tear.
In this fateful calamity, who lost whom?
Buddha said: When the flowers on the other side begin to cry, sadness is destined to overflow into the sea.
Who else cares about the passing appearance, and who will look back on the beauty of the past.
Five lives and five lifetimes of love entanglement, ten reincarnations of hardships.
For the last time, can she and him break free from the shackles of fate and make a promise to each other that they will never leave?
Have you ever loved someone deeply?
Have you ever treated someone wrong?
Have you ever been obsessed with someone?