There is a saying in the Book of Songs: "Ji Fu recites, and Mu is like the breeze." Mu Qing, a woman as harmonious and beautiful as the breeze, uses her meager strength to shoulder the responsibility of transforming and nourishing all things in the world, and follows the path. Until she met the man who haunted her and made her lose everything, but this thought was separated by 1,700 years...
The glint of the sword, the glint of the hair on the temples, being in the long stream of history, is just a dream after all!
I just woke up from a dream. There is no trace left in heaven or earth. Should I choose to pursue it persistently or keep it deep in my heart?
"If your heart is like mine, I will definitely live up to my love."