God is dying, it's a foregone conclusion. In March, she fled to the south of the Yangtze River.
The beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River and the continuous spring rain are unique and interesting.
The pear branches are swaying and the pear flowers are in full bloom. Under the pavilion, she accidentally caught a glimpse of his proud figure, which penetrated deeply into her heart. Like the snow lotus of Tianshan Mountain, cold and sacred.
The rest of the spring scenery has become a foil.
Liuli,
stay away.
He kept her heart and left him.
We met for the first time, but they were destined to be cut off and confused...
The second generation, she is small, but she is not silent about the world, but she easily touches his heartstrings.
Too much throbbing was rewarded with his sincerity. What he got was his ruthlessness. He has his bonds and she has her worries.
A lifetime of love and hate, a lifetime of care. He has never been in love, and she has never been unfeeling. There are too many mixed things, and in the end they are just strangers.
If he didn't have the intention, how could he have the love? Love in the end is nothing but sorrow. Hate until the end is just regret.
He hated, hated her disbelief. She hated, hated his carelessness. Once obsessed, he becomes a demon. No longer hate, no longer love, from now on she became the enemy of the Six Realms.
What is destined is realized. What is not yet is already fulfilled. Somehow, who pushed them into the abyss...
In the vicissitudes of life, things have changed and people have changed. Just like when we first met, he was standing in the pear blossom forest, holding the pear blossom wine she had buried with her own hands, looking at the pear blossoms stained with blood in the garden for him, and said, "Come back, I regret it."