I am the queen of Langhuan Pavilion, and I have always been entangled with him for hundreds of thousands of years.
Mo Shang, that man who neither loves nor hates, that great general in the sky, that arrogant god who is admired by thousands of people, that person who I have loved and fallen in love with.
Don't talk about him, don't talk about me, don't talk about love and hatred, the road to immortality is long and boundless. I just hope to remember that during the winter snow in the south of the Yangtze River, he and I walked hand in hand, looking as handsome as ever.