Chu Feng never liked Mo Ruyu when he was alive, because Chu Feng never believed that he had a habit of cutting off his sleeves. Then, Mo Ruyu died, her hair turned white and her face withered... Later, Chu Fengjue still didn't like men, but he fell in love with Mo Ruyu miserably.
The bright red blood melts into the cinnabar, and dense scriptures are written on the white paper... In this life, I escape into Buddhism, not for enlightenment, but for the obsession in my heart; in this life, I kneel before the Buddha, not for salvation, but just hope that you will wait in the underworld; in this life, I write scriptures with blood, not for merit, just to meet you again.
Chu Fengjue: "Ayu, this life is the match made in heaven that I asked the Buddha for. I just want to hold you in my arms and pamper you to my bones; see you smile like a flower; I hope you will live forever and be unparalleled. I will turn my blood into red beans, will you return my wish to shake my heart?"
Mo Ruyu: "Love can be a matter of two people, or it can be a matter of one person; it only takes a moment to reach out, but it takes many years to hold hands."
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