At the top of Canglian Mountain, the man's black hair and white clothes gradually disappeared on the top of the mountain, while the woman's red clothes looked like blood, with a drop of crystal in the corner of her eye. She cut his muscles and bones, took off his vegetation and replaced him with flesh and blood, but still couldn't get the man to look back.
Thousands of years later, a man dressed in red stood on the clouds, his words were like a heartache, and he cried blood. "You have poured your immortal energy on me for two hundred years, you have held me like a baby for three hundred years, and you have been my master for nearly thirty thousand years. You said you would never abandon me, but why are you so heartless?"
The man was speechless and turned to leave, his face turned pale.
The man looked at her quietly, stretched himself weakly and spoke with a smile. "As early as the first five hundred years, I couldn't let you go, and it's the same now. I never thought that you were my fate, but now that fate is over, forget about me."
You exchange your ten thousand years for my life, and I will exchange my soul for your return. How can we forget? Our fate has been set on the fairy dust book for eternity and cannot be erased.