A devastating fire brought her back to the troubled times of the Three Kingdoms 1800 years ago. ． ．
Dressed in white, he stood in the rain like a zombie, with tears like blood flowing out of his despairing and sad eyes, muttering to himself: Destiny in this life, it will continue in the next life, what is love, promised in life and death, why do we have to do this, leaving me alone, you are on the other side of the world; How can I write my deep love for you clearly in just a few words...
He held his head in pain, like a Rakshasa from hell: In this life, you can only be mine! ! Don't even think about leaving me...
He narrowed his narrow eyes and said almost pleadingly: Sister, if there is an afterlife, I still want to protect you, but I don't want to be your brother anymore...
A love of life and death that happened thousands of years ago...