Fourteen years ago, Ling Yueyan sat on the window, listened to his reading of Taoist medical texts, and accompanied him to watch the fireworks at the lantern festival, her scarlet clothes elegant and her smile as bright as a flower.
Fourteen years later, Nie Susheng stepped on the battlefield. A lamp was placed in her mouth, and a sharp sword was pierced into her chest. Her white shirt was still the same, as if she looked at it.
On that day, golden talismans covered the sky, arrows pierced the heart, and the ground was scarlet.
"If I have an afterlife, I would rather become a prostitute and an actor, and I will never look at you again!"
That night, peach blossoms filled the sky, the moonlight poured in, and I drank from the jade cup.
"I owe you three lives, how about I pay you eternity?"
At that moment, under the dome, heavy snow was flying and thousands of arrows were fired.
"It turns out that it's just a demon."
In an instant, blood flowed into a river, tears flowed down, and those cold eyes finally bloomed with peach blossoms.