The woman on the glazed fire phoenix platform is proud and noble. The totem in the corner of his eye was the same as his own, eye-catching blood red. The man beside him is wearing a golden crown and a red robe. He looks a bit strange and a bit alienated.
Dragon and phoenix appear auspicious.
All she had was her calmness and a breezy smile.
Her life was not long, until she jumped off the glazed fire phoenix platform, her heart could not miss the god Cang Xian.
She has seen the so-called love and hate, the so-called persistence, the so-called free and easy, the so-called seeking but not getting, the so-called life and death.
And all she can do now is let go.
How long do you think a love can last?
Eighty thousand years, or another eighty thousand years?
The eyes of the azure-robed and dark-haired God Lord reflect the stars, shining brightly, just like the moon on the cliff in the sky that year, among the flowers.
The snow in Kunlun melts, the river of rebirth dries up, the nine heavens collapse, and the path of reincarnation disappears.
When I die, there will be no more soul of me in this world.
At that point, I'll let it go.