That day, he finally met her.
It was indeed as magnificent as I remembered.
"You are so cruel. In the blink of an eye, you made me drift in the world for two hundred years."
She turned around, smiled slightly, and instantly confused all sentient beings, "Why do you still look like a resentful woman?"
I once thought that I was betrayed and forgot about you, who does not remember life and death.
So, I searched all over the mountains and rivers, hoping to find even a trace of you.
When I tried to piece together the story, I finally remembered:
It turns out that it's not that I forgot about you, but that you deliberately erased your shadow in my story.
But even so, I can still find you.
Go up to the poor green and fall down to the yellow spring.
Some of the locked chapters of this story are being demolished and rebuilt, so don't worry.