The wind on her sleeves is stained by the rain, and the dawn breeze has not yet risen. The ancient agarwood fans are dancing in the Liusu Lake Cave and the Qingshan Pavilion. She has not stopped her previous life, is confused in this life, and is waiting for the next life, but she realizes that she has not been able to escape her fate for tens of thousands of years.
The moon is deep in the spring, the flute is playing in the streets, and the ancient divine snake is dreaming beside the table and outside the hall. He warms wine with the moon, and dreams in the tiger's den. Time passes, but he believes that his ruthlessness will never be redeemed.
As long as she touches the story, she has the ability to resolve their calamity. How does her innate ability unravel all the stories with him in her long time.
The four stories of trestle, mirage, February flowers, and hibiscus paintings are like a lotus blooming at your fingertips. If you are willing to listen, the frost and dew are thick that night.
If it is difficult to meet him in life and death, we can only recognize him after death. In fact, the meeting has already created cause and effect.