Leng Guyun, his temperament is like a white cloud floating in the sky, indifferent. . . . . And gentle. . .
Leng Ying, Leng Ying, the eagle who is willing to wait by Bai Yun's side. . . . . . . . . . . .
Gu Yun: The clear tears blown by the wind, the proud face under the silver mask, the white clothes flying in the air. The clouds blown away by the wind, floating alone in the sky, the eagle flying from the sky on the wind, flying beside Gu Yun, all black clothes, stern face. Extended arms, hugging each other tightly, black and white clothes fluttering in the wind, entangled with each other. Eagle, I can't let you go after all. . . . .
Eagle: The flowing water pouring into the heart cannot wipe away the beauty of the years; the maple leaves floating in the sky cannot keep away the passing years. . . . . . He is a modest gentleman, with his warm smile in the breeze. He is an unenthusiastic man, and his cold eyes remain in the memory. Looking back, I see only a ruthless light... The vicissitudes of history cannot dissolve the coldness and ruthlessness of his eyes. He is like a god, and the mortal world cannot enter his heart, not even a corner of his clothes. Time passes, like cherry blossoms scattered in the world. . . . . . After so many years, I still can't forget him. The breeze blows, and the cherry blossoms scatter the clothes with fragments of memory. . . . Eventually. . . . Can't forget. . . . .