He and she met for the first time after the troubled times. After a long separation, she had become a stranger.
On the top of Qishan Mountain, those who are destined to meet once every year will never miss it again. The breath flowing between his brows and eyes is still the same as before, like rain falling in the bamboo forest, only audible...
Five hundred years ago, he was playing with the porcelain cup in his hand, with a boundless smile on his lips, "She is not a weak woman."
Five hundred years later, he held an ice blade against her heart and said, "She is not a weak woman."
Junhuang, you may not remember,
But I remember,
That year, the seven-year-old jade bone fan was not broken, and the blazing red silk was not messed up...
Xiaoqi's fate, the Buddha and the devil, I have blessed him for hundreds of years, it's ridiculous, this is just a child's play in the hands of others.
I am neither willing nor willing to vomit this utter hatred from Qi Tian...
Ao'an fights, one thought is called life, one thought is called death...
When my heart was separated from my body, I felt a little bit lucky, "Junhuang... It's been nine hundred years... I can finally stop loving you..."