The illusion is born from the heart, he is the son of the Demon King of the Demon Realm.
Holding a palace lantern in her hand, she marries the long-dead man.
The morning prayer flowers bloomed all over the palace wall again, and as the light turned, there was still the person in red clothes who spent hundreds of years with her in her memory waiting for the flowers to bloom.
The starlight blooming on his fingertips was the peaceful years she had been praying for.
Too many memories, too much pain, too much unforgettable hatred.
Put your hands together and be willing to shed the last drop of blood on your body.
Forget everything. Then I will accompany you to have a big spring and autumn dream.
The world is turned upside down and I won't wake up again.