The colorful sleeves held the jade bell diligently, but in those days, the beauty was drunk.
She finally closed her eyes, and the grudges and hatreds in this life were over.
Her proud body is her cocoon, and her stunning grace is her butterfly.
A desperate gamble that will never pay off.
If the sword pointed at the sky at that time were replaced by the stars in the distance now, and the still water of the deep pool in the northern abyss can still reflect the stars and merchants, why should she fear that the road ahead will be dry and lonely, and there will be no way out in the world?