The wind and dew desolate the autumn scenery, and the poor glory falls in the morning and dusk.
The sunset is not sad, the face is beautiful, the rising sun is still endless flowers.
On Ailao Mountain, large hibiscus flowers fell on the woman under the tree, reflecting her gentle but firm expression. The morning blooms and the evening falls, life is short; the morning falls and the morning blooms, hope is still there. In the two years on the mountain, she thought she had lost her old temperament, forgotten Su Jian's stunning appearance in the world, and forgotten the pain in her heart.
Shuran, a tree-like man, turned around so resolutely, but in the dead of night, would he be so confused?
We once fought side by side and struggled on the line of life and death, but the separation was so simple and decisive. The jade bracelet that was broken in two will never be round again.
The unicorn is in the palace and the light is in the mountains. Is the light at that moment when their lives intersect a blessing or a misfortune?
However, the children of Jianghu deserve to be the elders of Jianghu. The situation is changing suddenly, the world is troubled, but their years are not over yet.
Destiny is not singing in a low voice, but the sound of gold and stone suddenly sounds. What kind of wind and frost will the rivers and lakes leave them? Deep in the dusk, can they still bloom tomorrow?