Qionghua passed away, Kunlun skylight. Nineteen years of heartbreak. Reincarnation is ruthlessly drifting away, and the lonely cloud is helpless and the night is desolate. Wangshu is sad and sad, and the bow in the sky is also hidden. The white-headed people in Shaohua are confused. When the moon and stars faded into my dream, the purple sword had already gone thousands of feet away.
A new story, a new journey, a marriage in the past life, a love in this life, a love story between humans and immortals.