Have you ever seen the small flowers watered with blood lighting up the cold and desolate underworld with blood-colored flames in Nether Palace and the River of Forgetfulness? Have you ever known that when you cross a river and the prosperity fades away, the petals bloom for a moment as bright as day?
This shore is strong, the other shore is tender.
The so-called end of the world is just a short distance away from the River of Forgetfulness, and love, hate, and obsession are all false.
Stepping on the flowers and passing by, there are two layers of ice and fire, as well as two layers of fate.
Xunze, the first person I saw when I opened my eyes from ignorance, showed his unbridled joy in those young days. Allowing her to grow and protecting her innocence, he is the mentor she cherishes in her distant memory.
Long Jin, the first time her heart beat under the gorgeous fireworks that year, her destined man loved her so much and hurt her so much. A pair of purple eyes as dark as a deep pool, because they are happy, because they are worried, because they are wandering, because their hearts have something to rely on.
The color is as clear as snow, which is the confusion of the vast ocean in the ignorant time. The color is as red as fire, which is the long-cherished thought of watching each other in the wandering years.
Stepping on the forgotten past in the dream, Wangyou thought, those years of obsession, those life-and-death vows, what encounter are they for?
Let's wait and see how the single father drags his baby to pursue Mommy...