Zhouzhuang Dream Butterfly, a dreamy land that was too illusory. The first time she saw it that morning, it still made her drunk and dizzy, and she couldn't extricate herself from the ups and downs.
Why? But because of fate.
"If there is an afterlife, would you like to go to hell with me?"
He looked like an immortal, with an exquisite demeanor. He was wearing a white shirt and a plain coat, leaning against the willows. The last trace of gentleness on his brows and corners of his eyes was already given to her.
If you wish, I will accompany you through the eighteen reincarnations of the underworld.
What's floating in the sky is sadness, what's staining the corners of your mouth is a bitter smile. Who have you let down now?
"Remember, come to me, you still owe me three lives of fireworks and ten miles of peach blossoms."
"I have been living for others all my life, and I will die for others until I die."
Throughout her life, she had the world in mind, and after cause and effect,
Who will remember who gave up their lives to protect.
Throughout his life, he was so indifferent, looking back frequently,
Only then did he suddenly realize that she had already been added to his fate.
If you look for thousands of rivers and mountains in this stream, I will also confine you to your side. Don't add water to Meng Po's soup.
In the troubled world and the grievances and grievances of the sword, who can laugh away the grievances?
In the distance, an indistinguishable male and female voice came from——
Tonight, what evening.