"You are like her in many ways, but you are not her." He raised his eyebrows and said coldly. I stared at him in silence. It was this person who gave me a feeling called love, but also gave me the most painful blow.
"Jing'er, all the calamities have nothing to do with our true intentions." It's this person again, I would rather give up that heart-wrenching sorrow.
"Tomorrow, I will marry Ji Yan." I smiled miserably. Do you want me to bless you? Such ridiculous words.
I held back tears and looked at the sky: "I will forget you, I will." I have never been so strong. But he didn't notice the heart-wrenching sadness in his eyes.
I have never forgotten all the things in the world, but I can no longer recall the feelings I had back then. After going through many tribulations in the mortal world, I was too pretentious about my love. I finally realized under the bright red cinnabar on the corner of the woman's eyebrows in the painting that all the tenderness and tenderness were just replacements. I frowned and stared at it, the scars on my wrists were too glaring. Full of despair, I returned to the Heavenly Palace, my humble hope shattered in the festive red, and I drank the Wangchuan water given to me by my third brother with a smile. What is Wangchuan? Remembering things all the time is just forgetting feelings. When I woke up from a trance, I saw snow falling all over the place. I lived alone in the snow-capped mountains for thousands of years. I thought I had escaped but still had extravagant hope. It is always said that gods are the masters, but they often cannot decide their own destiny. Staring at the sky, I suddenly remembered the last flower, the cup of Forgotten River water, the bright moon bracelet, and the drunken orchid sword.