When the curtain rolls in the west wind, the manda carries the soul; when it turns to the earthly world, it is held by emotions.
The dusty memory, the persistence of guarding.
Datura is a poisonous flower that grows in the swamps of southern Xinjiang. It will captivate the hearts of people all over the world...
The young god in white; the handsome and handsome young master Tian Rong; the passionate, gentle and domineering Xiang Yu; and her little sister Zi Yan. The sword-making villa in the snowy Kunlun, the fragrant bloodlust in the melting cave, the mandala flowers blooming in the ice and snow, and everything that followed were intertwined with her life, transforming the joys and sorrows of a lifetime.
Who is she, Yu Ji? Xiaoman?