Huancheng, who had been doted on by twenty-seven senior brothers since childhood, couldn't help but sigh when she saw him: "Xiao Yu'er, do you think he is special?" "What's so special about him?" "Exceptionally good-looking." Huancheng didn't know that for the sake of looking good, she spent half her life training for him, gave up everything for him, and lost her loved ones for him. But the beautiful man had no intention of forgetting everything as past events, and he actually forgot them all. Death, rebirth, death. When the peaceful and prosperous age he had promised to Huancheng disappeared, the fallen imperial city suddenly changed its scenery, when her young man died in her arms, and when a new city named Huancheng grew out of the ruins. A voice from the city gate told her all the answers. "City Lord, you are finally here." After going around and around, entangled with love and hate, many years later, under a mountain range in Yinchuan, a little Taoist nun with a mole under her eyes woke up the little Taoist priest who was lying on the ground basking in the sun and asked: "Taoist priest, I think you are very special." "What is so special?" "Exceptionally beautiful."
Purpose: I ask you when you will return here, and don't linger when you come back.