A thousand-year agreement was concluded in one day.
"Ah Yue, no matter what you look like in the next life, I will find you again."
The moonlight is agar-agar, the apricot blossoms are slightly cool, their fingers are interlocked, and the young man in black clothes approaches her ear and whispers a promise.
"Okay." She sighed, "I'll wait for you."
But how long had she waited? The water in the Forgotten River boiled into soup and flowed through her heart several times, but she still didn't meet him.
She is tired.