Thousands of years ago, Xiu Shou Ya died and returned his promise to the king.
Thousands of years later, in the shadow forest, the flowers of blue iris mourn.
Thousands of years ago, a man in white clothes murmured that peach blossoms are very lonely flowers.
Thousands of years later, the woman in the white dress whispered softly, iris is a very sad and beautiful flower.
Xiao Qingyu, do you know that Fang Junqian has been living a picturesque life for you for sixteen years, and has suffered from the pain of having no love for you for sixteen years?
Jimo Yuqing, do you know that Ye Junyu sighed for you in the world of mortals for sixteen years, and suffered from the pain of ten fingers piercing his heart for you.
In the end, whoever has his hands on the cliff will win the world.
In the end, whose elegance is reflected in the forest of shadows.
It's the end and it's the beginning.
When the charming blue iris slowly bloomed sixteen years later, the woman in the white dress appeared gracefully.
The white fingertips brought up the wind and snow, and whose temples turned white.
The deep eyes and rippling ripples lit up someone's heart.
"Qing'er, I love you."
"Really? As it happens, so am I."
Qingyu, Yuqing.
The whole world has been turned upside down, and the world of mortals has been swept away gracefully.