The quiet night fell. Floating light and mist. Cold soaking melts the moonlit night. Amidst the sound of the pipa, he landed gracefully in front of her from the eaves of the corridor and asked softly: "It's... You."
Purple rain bamboo forest. Thousands of arrows were fired. She flew in and stood in front of him. The Jinghong sword in his hand pierced her shoulder, and he said angrily: How could you... How could you... How could you be his daughter?
He is the demon king who raises troops to conquer the world. He had always carried the hatred of killing his father and annihilating his family. Only in the end did he realize that it was just a pawn in the hands of others.
He took the woman in white in front of him into his arms. But the pain is unbearable. No matter how much she looks like, it's not her.
The execution platform was erected. The poisonous fire devoured his flesh and blood, and his heart finally no longer ached day and night, and he could only whisper her nickname, Yao Yao.
When we first met. Pearls and jade are shining brightly, pear blossoms are splashing brightly. Jinghong took the photo.
After parting. The purple horse flutters, and the mortal world is a stranger. Only the shadow steps away from the sorrow.
Intention: The country is a chess game, and he and she are just pawns, placed at the death of their fate.