A glance arose, a thought arose. He glanced at her, and at this point, he had an infatuation that could never be regained even in the world. He thought about her for a moment, but in the end, he could not get it together for the rest of his life.
She was originally innocent, a flower demon in the mountains, beautiful and moving, regardless of the mortal world, but she won the favor of the emperor, and had a thousand-year mission to win his exquisite heart in exchange for the immortality of her tribe for thousands of years. He was originally innocent, an emperor in the world, heroic and heroic, and ruled the world, but met the flower demon and fell in love with him.
He could give up this world, and she could give up this life. She could give up the world, and her life, leaving him to forget the past, and leaving her soul to drift away.
"I gave up the world for you, why do you treat me like this?" The man in her arms murmured. She did not speak, but a drop of something that did not belong to her slipped down her cheek. Looking at the increasingly pale face of the man in her arms, she whispered in her heart: "Because I can lay down this life for you..."