Wearing light clothes and no makeup, my sadness flows a little bit. Purple river, can you tell me, is he still the same person as before?
Xu Yining: I... The most beloved woman.
Mu Shangyi. Her dance filled the night with moonlight. And the starlight in her eyes was the eternal meteor that flashed across the eyes of the king of the territory - from then on, they would never forget each other for the rest of their lives.
Xuanyuan Rise: There is only him in my life, and he has nothing more than giving me the clothes of the mother of the country. My King, is gratitude really the only thing you can give me?
I am Hanyan. The peaches and plums are fragrant, and the fallen catkins float lightly. The grass grows on the ground in March, and orioles are flying. My clothes are fluttering lightly, dancing gracefully in the warm wind of March. Unknowingly, bees and butterflies were flying around. At that time, Yan Qing whispered in my ear: Hanyan, I am willing to give you my whole life.
I know he will, so in the years to come, even if hope is only a dewdrop in my hand and is slowly dissipating in the sunshine, I still firmly believe that he will come, even at the last moment when the dewdrop disappears, he will lean into my ear and say softly: Hanyan, I am willing to give you my whole life.
Then, the changes in the past are only a snap of the fingers.