The fifteenth month is full, the crows are wailing, and the silver threads are crazy. The dark pupils are bathed in blood, ghosts and gods weep together, and the sky is split.
After a hundred years of Nirvana, the cycle of reincarnation in the three realms will turn around; blue eyes will shed tears, and I will not feel the fragrance of pear leaves. The world of mortals has fallen thousands of feet; all lingering feelings have turned into sorrow; I have watched the snow fall thousands of miles away, but there is no time to see each other. When autumn stopped coming and the flowers were in full bloom all year round, she vaguely saw her blue eyes filled with tears and the fragrance of pear blossoms lingering. Zili, I have found Linglong Xue, you can be reborn again.
The scorching wind and the many subtle beauties in the world always make people feel sad and have ups and downs. However, even if the vicissitudes of the world are like wind and waves, you can neither worry nor fear, neither be sad nor happy. But why is the disappointment in your eyes always inevitable?
The blood stain looked at the sky quietly. It was raining. The rain was so salty. Are there any tears in it?
Sometimes, love is also a kind of injury; kind people choose to hurt themselves, cruel people choose to hurt others; and you, Liang Yunluo, belong to the latter. When the wheel of fate begins to twist, whose fate will be entangled with whose fate?