You will end up wandering around in your life, and when your love is deep, it will become a tragedy. The third life is destined to be unknown. Originally, her life lines were not connected, but an unforgettable love and a story that everyone sighed made her search for the root of her infatuation regardless of disaster. But I didn't want to cross him, so I did.
A thousand years later, the people on the Naihe Bridge had given up their obsession and became immortals. The flower of death carved its name into the Sansheng Stone and there was no news.
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In the underworld, the flowers are still there. But the man never recovered. Only the faint fragrance is left, writing legends one after another...