There was a person who called me "Azheng" in my dream
I have lived here in Qitong Mountain for as long as I can remember. I have no father or mother. I only vaguely remember that someone called me A Zheng, and I took that name. I made a living by weaving and selling brocades for a living. The people at the foot of the mountain called me Miss A Zheng. But my appearance has not changed since I was sixteen years old. The world is in war, people's life and death are uncertain, and no one remembers my appearance. I still sell my moon-white brocade. In this way, the years are quiet and peaceful.
Baiyi: I thought he was you. I thought you would sink into the River of Forgetfulness forever, waiting for me to use Zhitian to bring your soul back. I would float up and down in this mortal world for you for two thousand years. It turns out that you have always been by my side, but I mistakenly recognized you.
Yuan: I spent all my cultivation and came back to you, but you didn't recognize me. When I met you again, you fell in love with someone else. I blame you but I can't hate you. Zheng, if you could look back at me when I saw you off that day, could you see the reluctance and familiarity in my eyes.
Jian Yu: I have loved and protected the Lord for ten thousand years in these forbidden years, but he fell in love with an immortal king, and he would give up everything for her. He never had me in his heart. I decided to let this calamity destroy you and myself, so that I can stay with you forever, A-Yuan.
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