When we first saw him, he was holding a Wuwu sword in his hand, and his clothes were fluttering and fell down. Like an ice lotus on a thousand-year-old snow-capped mountain, it is cold and lonely; or like a banished immortal who fell into the mortal world, full of compassion for heaven and earth. The stars all over the sky dimmed, and the deep eyes were like the dark sky. One glance, doomed to fall. Defeating the enemy with one move was only for her, a humble mortal.
"I recognize you"
The words were like ice, the eyebrows were like paintings; she was at a loss, familiar yet completely unfamiliar.
I secretly made up my mind to repay this kindness one day. But the tenderness of the past life has been replaced by the indifference of this life. No matter how much you pay, you can only spend your whole life looking at that unreachable figure.
Perhaps it was fate that she could only be his disaster and bring misfortune to everyone. A thousand-year bond and a shocking conspiracy tore her away from him.
Eighteen levels of hell, a narrow escape from death, she moved forward resolutely, and saved him with the hope she gained with half her life, but in the end it was no match for the truth.
Deception, betrayal, abandonment...
This sudden rain spoke of her inescapable fate.
What is life, what is death; what is helplessness, what is despair; since there is no destiny, why let her meet him...