"Are you an immortal?"
"It's a fairy."
"What fairy?"
"It's just a loose immortal, not worth mentioning."
"What's your name?"
"I am Yu Liumo, do you remember?"
So, maybe hundreds or thousands of years later, somewhere in a place of lovesickness, the scene is so similar.
"Who are you?"
"Little girl Zhusha, do you remember it?"
Like a demon, like a demon, like a fairy, not a demon, not a demon, not a fairy. In just two sentences, Zhu Sha was destined to be in an embarrassing situation in this life.
She respected him, missed him, and loved him, but she didn't know that what he was thinking about was how to kill her. A little cinnabar on the forehead doesn't hurt anyone's feelings.
Is there any way to have both ends of the world? In the end, the world failed her.
*∴⊥∴*…*∴⊥∴*…*∴⊥∴*…*∴⊥∴*…*∴⊥∴*…*∴⊥∴*
The story of Shen Caizi and Miss Yang, the sweet pampering article "Spoiling You to the Point of Unscrupulousness"