Three thousand prosperity, at the snap of a finger, will be nothing more than a handful of yellow sand a hundred years later. Only you are my world. Fenghua is like quicksand, and old age is like a period of time.
"Do you remember the promise you made back then?" Ziyi Huafei said resolutely.
The street is long and the fireworks are numerous. You turn on the light to look back. The short pavilion is short, the world is grinding, I sigh again.
That year, she smiled happily under the peach blossom rain, while he looked at her tenderly and dotingly. Sweet and short.
Who knows when the blood on his sword will hurt someone's heart drop by drop, and her short-lived taunting smile will scratch someone's soul.
"Have you ever loved me?" "How did you love me? What if you didn't love me? You can't change it." "As long as you have loved me, I'm satisfied. I just... Hope you don't regret it." He never knew that he loved her so deeply. If it happened again, what would he choose?
His trembling hands hugged her cold body. This scene made many people shed tears. Many years later, when he recalled it, he could only sigh. Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world. If there is an if, if there is no if. The phoenix dies and the phoenix dies, who comes first and who comes last...