——The wind blows by, and the rustling of the leaves stirs the ethereal pulse of the wind strings; the waves crash against the cliffs, and the beating of the organ's inner pipes is heard. The song of the sea emerges from the water, and the leaves are charming. There is always a natural sound of nature that cuts through the sky, as if telling a poignant past story. . . . . . .
She is the fairy who is in charge of Tianchi. Her name is Qingying. She likes to wear a soft light blue gauze skirt. Against the backdrop of the pure and flawless Tianchi, her skin is as clear and transparent as night cream. Her figure is so unforgettable.
He is the smartest man in the world - Zi Chenxing Jun is leaving, with fluttering white clothes, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and hair like ink splashing, like a jade tree in the wind.
That year, the peach blossoms were flying like rain. It was the most beautiful first encounter between them. She sat by the Tianchi and looked at the water with a sweet smile. Her long hair was flying and she glanced at him sideways. From then on, he would never forget the millennium of lovesickness.