Love and hate pass by in the wind and cloud, and there is chaos and sorrow in an instant.
Li Yunxuan never thought that one day, his story would be spread by the world like those romantic stories in Danmei Jianghu.
Maybe, he shouldn't be here, he sometimes thinks so. Looking at the indigo sky, the night wind touched my cheeks with a slight chill, and I saw the autumn moon reflecting on the river, making it ethereal and cold. Brushing his lover's long hair with his hand, he quietly evoked a faint and touching smile: "I was once sad and confused by the past, I once met Ni Guang in the magical night, and I even left you in those old dreams of sinking into the abyss. Now, my life has exhausted all the prosperity, and I only stay with you alone, returning to the original story, but I feel that this is the most magnificent memory."