Some people are destined not to be separated.
Some people are destined to have no future.
The phoenix rests on the sycamore tree, in the sycamore forest on the distant Hengwu Mountain. She is dressed in white, and her eyebrows are like the vast stars in the sky.
One is the aloof Emperor Hengwu.
One is a god ascended from a mortal.
If the encounter is a mistake, there will be no happiness in falling in love.
I bent down and picked up the fine white Xi Chi flowers in the bush. The happiness I want is in the palm of my hand at this moment.