From the moment she met him, her life seemed to be destined.
The eyes of the icy abyss melted just for her.
They move forward hand in hand, overcoming numerous difficulties, just to find the true meaning of justice. They thought it would be fine, but they didn't expect that the truth would be so close to them.
She still remembered that summer sky that year was densely covered with stars, and the night wind on the top of the mountain was still a little cool. Qiao Han held her in his arms, with the shining Yangtze River beneath her feet. They sat quietly, feeling each other's breathing.
There was still a cold voice surrounding her ears:
"Did you know? Stars also have shadows. The meaning of their existence is to make the night sky look more charming and beautiful. It is also just for that weak sense of existence. They are lonely, scared, but helpless. No one cares about them."
"But I'm different, at least,"
"I still have you."
His breath was warm, but his voice was a little hoarse. Meng Xi's nose was sore and his eyes were moist.
My love, if one day I am no longer me,
Will you pay homage to my dead soul?
The one I love, if one day you are no longer you,
I will not pay homage to your dead soul,
I will pour your soul into me,
Life after life, we will never be separated.