Three years ago: Wearing a wedding dress, through the red gauze, the world was enchanting.
Raising his head slightly, he dragged his gorgeous clothes and left proudly under the eyes of everyone.
Who is he? Lost memories, blurred back.
One year later: Dressed in red, it dazzles the hearts of women all over the world.
Who is he?
People say: Yun Shao is graceful, red plums are proud of frost.
Three years later: The cavalry returned and broke the peace.
Memory, love, clouds and mist arise one after another.
Four years later: on the battlefield, pacifying the chaotic territory, with three thousand white hair, standing high above the world. A slight frown, a slight smile, true love becomes a wound, it is already a stranger.
Yun Nongmo: Three thousand years of floating dust have passed by, who will accompany me to hold my hand to the end of the world?
Qu Ruoshang: I've been looking for you so far, don't try to escape again.
Yue Wuhen: What's mine is what's mine.
Fragment 1: "Who would marry such an ugly girl?" The harsh voice lingered in my ears, "I will never marry her."
Fragment 2: The red shirt is torn, "You will only be mine in this life."
A night of torture, a pillow of fragrant tears. Broken flowers fell to the ground, and the faint fragrance floated in the night.
Fragment 3: "Ah Mo." The god-like man shouted desperately.
"Your Majesty, I admitted the wrong person." He turned his head slightly, revealing his white hair.
On the cliff under the moonlight, I only wish to have one pair in this life.