"I used to like to look at the mortal world in front of a bright mirror, to see the flowers blooming and falling, the ebb and flow of the tide, the traffickers and soldiers, and the princes and generals. At that time, you were always puzzled and even disgusted. You said, 'We are gods, and the things in the world will only stain our eyes.' I I never defended myself. Later, you followed Chaos to this world that you hated, and I followed you to this world. I became a lowly actor in the world, but I like it very much. Do you know why I like it so much, An? Maybe you don't know. Too lazy to know, since when did you only have chaos in your eyes? I think this is what mortals call jealousy! On the stage, I act like someone else, but when I am off the stage, I think that this will hinder my entanglement. An, you have let me down. You have hurt Chaos in the name of love, and you have become shameless, cruel, and insidious. This is wrong for An, and you will only let Chaos hide. So An, I have no choice but to imprison you, okay?"
"It turns out that the colorful flowers are blooming all over, but they all end up in ruins like this. What kind of beautiful scenery is there on a good day? Whose home can enjoy it! Flying in the morning and evening, clouds and green pavilions; raindrops and wind, smoke and waves painting boats. People in Jinping think that this time is cheap..." A plaintive singing rang out, and the sound of jade and beads expressed Ming's helplessness, heartache, and loneliness.
An, who was imprisoned in the barrier, felt guilty when he saw the man who was once as gentle as jade become so cold and lonely now.
The black hair that was originally as black as ink is now white as snow, and the body that is immortal and disease-free will now be infected with serious diseases at the slightest breeze.
"Chaos, you won. I regret it, I regret it..." Anmi caressed his heart, feeling pain. He clearly felt that the man who had been entangled with him for thousands of years was about to disappear in this world. Like the wind, he never told you that you were here, and never knew that you were leaving.
Ming, who was singing the song, didn't hear the guilt in An's eyes or the words of regret.
Gradually, there was no sound, and the light disappeared like smoke.
That last warm and pale smile remained in An's heart, remembered forever. Don't dare to die, don't want to live, just live like this.
Just like the wind blowing in the place of lovesickness, it is difficult to miss lovesickness without knowing each other. Don't regret, the sun and the moon are gone.