I dream about it every night, the light of swords and shadows, the purple clothes are as cold as ice
Once you travel through time, it's hard to distinguish between grudges and grudges, and the red lines are often entangled.
With a bare face and a slight smile, he is haunted by the aristocratic family.
Beautiful eyes are cunning, and he is unruly and turns around a thousand times
With his green hair and flowing water, he is so romantic that it's hard to let him go.
We rely on each other with swords, and he stays with us in silence all our lives.
The wheel of fate is slowly starting
Luo Zhi's love network is difficult to move forward
The dust has settled, but there is blood and hatred
If I leave and never come back——her words will eventually become a prophecy...
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