In Qianhua Pavilion that year, the spring breeze was warm, and the silver light poured on his pale face, with a gentle smile on his face.
The subtle fragrance floats, and the petals convolve into a rain of flowers all over the sky, marking their first encounter.
He approached her slowly, with an air of immortality, like a god; she looked at him quietly, smiling softly, with unparalleled elegance.
She is the Goddess of Flowers, a descendant of the ancient gods, coexisting with heaven and earth.
He was a black bamboo nourished by a drop of her blood. He gained spiritual consciousness and became an immortal through cultivation.
She said that she was a careless person, and that to her, the years of eternal life were just changes in the sea. Since she is a descendant of the gods, she should bear the burden of the common people on her shoulders. She should not have emotions, not even joy, anger, sorrow, and joy.
His dark eyes seemed to have a layer of mist, and the years were as endless as quicksand. The only thing that mattered was that person.
She just thought it was an idiot's nonsense.
When he was crowned Heavenly Emperor and put on the jade crown, she saw from a distance that the boy who was as gentle as jade finally became high-spirited.
She thought this idiot had finally come to his senses.
She thought she could protect her people for thousands of years, but when the demons attacked the divine realm, she could only watch helplessly as he sacrificed his soul to the heavens and bestowed righteousness on the heavens and the earth.
She saw the blood red from a distance, but she was just stunned and stagnant, as if she had lost something very important.
She was still dressed in white, no makeup, no gold or jade. The faint fragrance of the bamboo forest floated in the distance, and she was just talking in her sleep.
Suddenly looking back, without his constant companionship, the years of eternal life would be just like this.