The silence of this life is silent.
In the bright moon and white snow in the desert, her eyes twinkled with stars and moon, and his distant and erratic company.
It was a long encounter, but he was the general who conquered her country.
She could choose to escape betrayal, but she was willing to fall into endless reincarnation.
Will the war stop?
She raised her face in the yellow desert, dressed in red, like an immortal relic.
Do you love me? Do you really love me?
She wanted to ask, but ultimately didn't.
But I love you, and I have already passed through a wild wilderness.
You know what.