Six hundred years ago, he was a peerless God of Music, and the other was a prince who cared little for power. Beneath the gentle, harmonious notes of the qin, their eyes spoke of a deep understanding between them.
Six hundred years later, he is still clad in white, playing music that seems to come from heaven. The other, though revered by all as a great general, can only run away and act indifferent when faced with a promise made in a previous life.
After centuries of entanglement, all that remains is disillusionment and emptiness...
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Why did Feng Ruo just show up at that time? Could he have been monitoring him???????????
The thousand-year promise seems to be too long.
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