Many years later, Ah Liu was already blind and blind, but she still remembered the pomegranate flowers on March 3 of that year.
The sky is as blue as a wash, the beams of the palace are solemn and thick, the towering eaves are hung with strings of wind, and the floor tiles in the palace are perfectly pasted, all carved with brocade and wish-fulfilling patterns, with lotuses in the same heart and lotuses on the stems, and three young men of good fortune, wealth, and longevity. There are good omens and auspicious words everywhere.
A flower tree poked out diagonally, scorching red, just like the haze he and she had seen thousands of times together in the future.
He was standing under the tree, with his fox-like eyes smiling crookedly, and a small tiger tooth shining mischievously.
She was originally the ice and snow of Kunlun, transformed by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. She saw all kinds of things in the world, moved her mortal heart, and descended into the mortal world.
It's all worth it. She thought. I want to stay by his side forever.
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