The wind was blowing, and it was misting, mixed with rain.
His fateful wounds were swept away, and the pale purple clothes turned into swaying smoke right before his eyes.
It was a shocking past, a helpless present, and an unpredictable future.
He doesn't know when this confusion will end. Love or not, there will be no chance before he gets the answer.
Therefore, guarding her traces of her giving up her life to achieve perfection, she persisted in the almost cruel love in the world of mortals and wandered alone.
Demon Lord, you will never be lonely.
The longing man in red came to this world with a cold glamor that would be hard to come by after a thousand years.
She is a derivative of Lan Kui, but she is also an existence beyond her. She does not have to keep the already pale oath until her eyebrows fade. She is stronger than anyone else.
Seeing the sun again after a thousand years of loneliness, she became the powerful Pluto of the Ten Palaces in the ghost world, but Lan Kui still turned around and jumped into the sea of fire to become a phoenix. She couldn't wait forever.
Brother Tian, Brother Tian... This is not her return. Who knows how much love is filled in this sound?
Linliu embraces the mirror and drags his two souls. Luohong is Luohong, and green skirt is Qingqun.
Their love ends when the other person dies or is happy.
What should have ended finally ushered in the beginning of another period of doubt.
Determined and unrepentant love is the everlasting wind from the beginning of all things, light and misty, thick and heavy.
Their endings have nothing to do with entanglement. When they were born and entered the world, they did not belong to the prosperous world, even if their former lovers lived there like ordinary mortals.
Thousands of years, soft red ten feet, finally.
It is better to laugh and return to the world of mortals, with my sleeves full of flying flowers.