A myth involves several episodes of love and obsession.
Yang Jian, the god of justice, Xianle, and a disciple of Nuwa. I didn't want to do it, but I happened to meet him.
He said, I can't let anyone hurt you.
She said, I didn't understand love before. I think I haven't met that person yet. Fortunately, I finally waited for you.
After being entangled for thousands of years, experiencing separation, lovesickness, and even death, their relationship is still rough and difficult, but the reality is not so satisfactory.
Reality is often crueler than imagination
The love that penetrates the bone marrow will one day turn into hurt
Xian Le stood there far away, and he felt that there was a gap that could never be crossed. His footsteps seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and his snow-like white hair was burning his eyes.
Moyin walked out of the darkness, still holding Fu Xiqin in his arms, and said bitterly to him: "Yang Jian, my senior sister is here today, thanks to you."
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