Even though in the past life there were green radish flowers in the eyes, in this life they are nothing more than clouds passing by.
She died three hundred years ago, at the age of sixteen.
She only remembered that at that time, the blood stained on the large tracts of Xinyi flowers soaked her memories red and blurred the person's eyebrows.
It turns out that she would rather hide in the world as a broken soul for three hundred years than fall into reincarnation, just to wait for him to find her.
My name is Jing Ci, and I will take this lovesickness bone for you.
May you never be sad or sad in this life, and may you always be happy after tossing and turning.