He. The unreachable Immortal King in the Nine Heavens is indifferent and aloof.
She, the woman transformed from Bianhuahua, is simple and kind.
Snow in the field of flowers. , Purple is flying gently. Their eyes met each other, and the shadow of the other person was already imprinted in their eyes.
That night, he stood on the roof under the cold moonlight. The whistle accompanied by the wind blew into her heart.
But I don't know. This night, when she played the flute, she had been in love with her for the rest of her life.
The peace in Wangjun Palace was finally broken, and she was cast into the mortal world and would never become an immortal. He said, I will accompany you.
It's a pity that the flowers on the other side have appeared, and the flowers and leaves are separated. The flower of unfeeling blossomed, and he was already unfeeling.
That moment. It is her blood that dyes the sunset red. His sword.
A song with you, the song ends, and the people disperse.
Flowers bloom on the other side. There are flowers but no leaves; there are leaves but no flowers. Life after life, the flowers and leaves are in opposite directions.
Immortal Lord. You are on the other side, separated by three thousand weak waters. But I chase you desperately, even if I only feel pain. Even if you are my life, I am destined to be unable to resolve the disaster. You know, we met in the snow and flowers, and its flower language is longing and memory. Maybe all of this was destined to be wrong from the beginning.
The flowers on the other side are gone, the worldly relationship is broken, and the heart is broken.