The memories of past and present lives, the lovesickness that cannot be put aside.
In the seventh year of Song Xining's reign, there was an unprecedented catkins flying event in Bianjing City.
The late spring breeze that came from nowhere actually gathered in the city on this day. Finally, wherever people stood and raised their heads, their eyes were filled with pure white and elegant smoke.
Yao Xichi originally thought that she would stay at the Acacia Pavilion until she grew old and lonely, her face gray and her hair white. Take a leisurely look at the various situations in this world, and the love between children is long.
He had a premonition of fate, but he didn't realize that she, who claimed to be Wei Liang, was his destined disaster.
Just like her name, it instantly cooled the heart that had been guarded for many years.
The arrival of love always catches people off guard. The jasmine flowers outside the window wither under the splash of summer rain. There is a little sadness, but only longing for lovesickness.
After all the flowers have fallen in late spring, is it too late to say another word, or is it not too late?
There is no mistake in meeting each other, and the past life fills up the meaning; there is regret and confusion, and this life only lingers.
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