The king of gods fell and perished, and the love and hatred in the three lifetimes were fruitless, and all the thoughts in his heart were reduced to nothing. She walked through three mortal tribulations for him, saved him from danger, and also gave him hell inadvertently. She went round and round countless times, but she couldn't love him. When she walked through the mountains, she would think of the mission and deep hatred she carried on her body. When she washed her face with the stream water, she would touch her own face in a daze, and she would also think of his face. She protected him through three tribulations, played different roles in his life, and helped him return to the God Realm for a decisive battle with the new king. Looking back deeply at the end, he was shocked to realize that she actually cared about the people of her family and her country, and she only joined hands with him for the final confrontation. You shouldn't look back when you are under the wind and moon that year. Apart from the joy, the pain is even worse. Years passed by, but I never really grasped anything.