The night is as cold as water.
Ziyue sat alone in the empty hall, reaching out her hand as if she wanted to reach the distant and untouchable memory.
After many years, she finally realized that that person was really gone. In the remaining long and lonely years, she was the only one left.
The world in the water mirror was still bustling with activity, but her heart suddenly became desolate.
It turns out that no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it will be boring without the person who can hold hands with her and watch it together.
It turned out that her life, the so-called legend, was not worth her acquaintance with that person.
Xiaoxu Meng Hui
How much hatred, looking across the clouds and water.
Shanyue doesn't know what's going on in her heart, so she plans to suppress Qinghui.
It is the hardest time to rest when the catkins are flying and the flowers are falling.
Leaning on the railing, you can see the swaying green clouds in the distance.