A pure song moves the Nine Heavens. She transmigrates across a thousand years of time and space, all to be by your side.
In a troubled age, iron steeds thunder and blades clash.
She is no musician, and he is no romantic.
She is a speck of dust from a thousand years in the future; he is a lord who commanded the winds of change a thousand years ago.
She has no choice but to accept the fate set for her, and he accepts it with calm resignation.
From then on, they stand by each other's side. In the nine-tiered palace, she has no regrets in this life.
I haven't been to Jinjiang for a long time, but I found someone suddenly entered my column. So I came over to see it. I remember it wasn't like this last time. Is it clear wear? Looking forward to the future.