There is blood between the brows and peonies on the clothes. The more you smile, the more lonely you become.
Lan Xichen, you were the only light in his dark life, the only warmth in his cold life.
Until the last moment, he never let you go and pushed you away. I will not forget you until I die, even if... I will never be reincarnated.
Seventy-two peach wood nails, Lan Xichen. Have you ever felt bad? Do you regret it? What's the use of asking the spirit? Do you think he will come back?
Liang Mo didn't understand and didn't want to go into details. What happens to Meng Yao is his own business. But...
In the abyss of Wuwang, how did he survive the bone-gnawing and heart-gnawing pain that was worse than death? After rebirth, how do you endure the torment of poisonous hair that is like a hundred swords piercing your heart every night?
Meng Yao told her that once you get used to the pain, you won't feel anything anymore, so what if it hurts again?
But Meng Yao, are you really not afraid of pain?