Love and resentment in one life, hate separation in two lives.
My own way is empty and quiet like a song, I don't know the roundness and lack of it, but it's as cold as the moon.
The grievances and grievances between fairies and monsters are like songs and moons, with graceful ups and downs, poignant beauty, and there is always no perfect moment.
Zhong west flew for a long time, so long that he thought he could escape the pursuit of Futian Pavilion and those famous and decent people.
As a demon who had just transformed into a human form, he could only cowardly choose to run away and wander into the human world that he had never entered before. Even if he wasn't scared.
As long as he leaves Li Shize, Xiao Nie will no longer be implicated.