In the blink of an eye, the vast sea has turned into a mulberry field.
The love that existed three hundred years ago remains unchanged.
Eternity is just an illusion that persists and will never be realized.
I love you.
I'm not proficient in history, I just write what I like. I like almighty women and vulgar but touching plots. The Yinzhen here is not the character in Yue Erhe's book, but completely belongs to me YY.
When you wake up from the dream, everything will disappear. Only love will remain in my heart forever, unforgettable and immortal.
When love turns into having loved, when dreams turn into dreams, what do I have left? It was like a handful of fine sand. No matter how tightly I held it, it would still leak out from my fingers bit by bit, and then disappear.
Maybe, it's just as simple as time travel, it's just as simple as time travel.
But no.
There are too many entanglements between them, whether in the past life or now. Tracing history back to Rakshasa, and following the long river back to the present, their story is not over yet!
This story is purely fictional.