Tell me, what was it like in our previous lives?
Fool, I only know that you are mine in this life
His body was filled with the blood of humans and demons, but on the day of his birth, a man sacrificed his life just to seal his demonic nature, but he had to experience pain.
He stayed in the Wangchuan River, which was full of insects and snakes, the fishy wind blew against his face, the waves rolled, and the blood-yellow river was littered with corpses. He walked onto the Naihe Bridge, but did not drink Meng Po Soup, nor did he jump into the Wangchuan River. He was waiting there, waiting for an opportunity, and waiting for a person, but he forgot that the person he was waiting for would never come.
Waiting is just waiting for you to wake up from your dream
For three thousand years, Dugu Min never remembered Linghu Xuan, nor could he meet him. His memory is always missing a corner, and his heart is always missing a corner. When he walked through the place where they had walked, he had a splitting headache and heartache, and no memory related to him flashed in his mind.
Dugu Minzhi's three thousand years was only three hundred years for Linghu Xuan, and he was still waiting. In the past three hundred years, he has seen people walking towards the Gate of Hell, people walking across the Naihe Bridge, and people jumping into the River of Forgetfulness. Some drank Meng Po soup in despair, hoping that their lovers would eventually get married in the next life, and that they would be freed from poverty in the next life...
My heart is like a stone, and I can't turn it around. My heart is so powerful that I can't take it away.
This is their promise.