Thousands of years ago, it was love at first sight.
Thousands of years later, you and I are strangers again.
Will we see you again in another thousand years?
Small theater one:
On the top of the clouds, in the mist-shrouded Yunshan Mountains, under the fir and apricot trees, the leaves fall silently.
The girl leaned against the tree, looked into her sister's eyes, pointed at the man in black next to her, and said, "Sister, I will marry Brother Jue in the future!"
Xiao Jue looked indifferent: "I don't dare."
Yun Luo: "No, I just want to marry my brother!"
"If Brother Jue doesn't marry me, I will keep pestering you!!"
Small Theater 2:
Yun An looked at the man, a little lost. This was not the first time she had seen him.
But it had only been a thousand years, but he was becoming more and more handsome and could still capture her heart.
She was screwed, she thought.
Yun An: "Ah Qing, I miss you so much."
Helian Qing: "Girl, please respect yourself."
Yun An: "......"
Wushuang: "Wang, that person is not him."
Yun An: "No, even after a thousand years, he is still the same."
Wushuang: "......"
Princess, why are you bothering?
He is not your Ah Qing, he is not, he is dead, even if he reincarnates for thousands of years, he will not be him after all.
Why does your heart always only have him?
Why can't... Can't...
Small theater three:
The main hall of the Fox Clan was stained with blood. Dressed in red, she was still stunningly beautiful and captivating. She looked at the visitor, smiled lightly, and said with a familiar tone, "Aye, you're here."
Wuye squinted his eyes and walked straight towards her: "I'm back."
He hooked his hands and took her into his arms.
"But Aye is no longer the same Aye as before."
"In that hopeless abyss, I miss you every day, but I want to kill you with my own hands."
"Princess, are you afraid?"
There was a hint of complaint in his tone, but it also sounded like begging.
"How can he compare to me?"
Yun An's face was indifferent, just because he was Ah Qing, she thought.
"I can't..." I don't want to either.
"Aye, I can only feel sorry for the princess."
Digression:
To be honest, the author is lazy and has no intention of filling in the holes responsibly.
I just didn't want the subject matter of my previous novel to be wasted, so I quietly picked it up again.
I was forced by life and couldn't write a novel well, so I had to slowly fill in the gaps.
If you don't like it, don't bother, save it online.
Sorry for the frequent glitches.
Intention: love, hate, love and hatred