The gentle and elegant Da Zhoulou Xiang, the evil and mysterious Lan hope, and the calm and composed Yan Ruo. What kind of love and hatred will the three people perform when they get together?
When the truth appears before their eyes, and when their sleeping memories are reawakened, where should they go?
"What a pity it would be if this beautiful neck was broken?" Lan Xi pinched Yan Ruo's neck with one hand, breathed warm and moist breath on Yan Ruo's ear, and said lightly while looking at Yan Ruo's eyes that were still as pale as autumn water.
"Ruo'er!" Yan Ruo stood on the edge of the cliff, dressed in white clothes, with his clothes flying in the air in the wind, and an indifferent smile on his plain face. Looking at the man catching up in front of him, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and then he turned around and followed the wind, leaving behind the hoarse and sad cry behind him. (Well, that's it for now, I'll update the copy as I write...)