Six thousand flowers have fallen, crazy about you and thinking about you. When she was young in the past, she was the empress of the Lingtai Mountain clan. When she first went up to the nine heavens, she met the miserable green boy and the white clothes flying under the tree. Time passes, and after six thousand years, I see him again, and flowers bloom all over the place. He is still in a high position and has not fallen into the dust. The Jiutian God, who was rumored to be as cold as ice in Bahuang, risked his life for her for no reason. Is it a deliberate decision to stay for her or is it God's will? Little did he know who he played the strings for in his previous life. In the previous life, he was not him, but he and she were able to become a pair of phantoms in the mountains. In this life, she is still her, and she spends all she has to be crazy about him. Persistence is determined by people, and worldly affairs are determined by heaven. If man cannot defeat heaven, he will conquer himself. The love that lasts through the ages rises in the wind of time.