If the snow on White Mist Peak hadn't melted that year, I would still believe that this world held nothing but a winter blanketed in snow.
If the lake in the Nether Spring hadn't frozen that season, I would still believe that Qinglu was the only place in all the world.
If Mingxin hadn't lost her way and fled from the Forest of a Hundred Springs that day, I would still believe that only Qi and I existed in the whole world.
If this world really held only winter, only Qinglu, only him and me, our story would never have begun, and there would be no need for it to end.
But when the time came to end this story with a painful choice, I had no regrets.
My limp body lay on the frozen lake in the Nether Spring. The smooth, translucent ice reflected Binglu's dark, iron-hard sword form and Xueqiong's supple, jade-like snake waist. In that moment, my heart grew warm and stirred, just as it had six years ago when I first saw sunlight.
Theme:
The idealized ending is a comedy, while the realistic ending is often a tragedy.
It's so sad and depressing
It's very beautiful~ but I feel like I'm still trying to stop talking.
This ending seems a bit abrupt... I can't accept it >.<
It turns out that blood qiong will not become a magical elixir that can bring the dead back to life! From the perspective of Ming Pian, I still feel that Ming Xin lives a more pure life, while Nan Quan lives too much to deceive himself and others.
The Four Kingdoms are not unified at last??? Songli, who fought to the end, the Four Kingdoms should be unified!!!!!
Both girls die?
Nanquan did something unbelievable??????
What is the prophecy of Binglu Sword???
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