Yunmeng Mountain, which is shaded by trees all year round......
The white-haired old man counted his fingers and looked at the Xuanxie on the other side. A girl in white was playing the piano gently behind the white gauze. The river flowed quietly, the breeze blew slowly, and the strings in the girl's hand trembled slightly.
Ice and snow mountains covered with snow all year round…………
The white-haired old man counted his fingers and looked at the white snow on the other side. A young man in white was quietly practicing his sword in the white snow. The cold wind was blowing and the snow was falling, and the sharp sword in the young man's hand was dancing.
"Oh, fate! What an injustice!" The two old men in different places shook their heads secretly! ! ! ! !
A love that has not changed even after thousands of years! It will eventually happen to them, it will not change, there is no way to escape, this is their fate!
The reincarnation of fate is an injury that cannot be changed~