A three-day dance in distant memory, a legend covered in ice and snow
The nine-day sky is dominated by the wind, only shadows travel, only the faint white clouds and the boundless deep blue
Swallows are swallows that fly together. In that season of falling flowers, a smile, a pair of plain hands, and a small white dandelion.
What it evokes may be memories that have been dusted for thousands of years and are known only to heaven and earth.
She wields a sword and carries a harp, smiling proudly in the world. The tip of the sword is lightly lifted, and she can travel thousands of miles with pleasure.
He is cynical, looks like a man of heaven, but cares about the common people. Miss him? There is no way to regret it.
She is as cold as ice, like a phoenix in the sky, smiling all over the city, just for the beauty to bloom in her dreams.
He is a demon in the world. He is married to others, but he kills gods and Buddhas for her.
In the eyes of others, she is a charming demon, but in his eyes, she is a fairy who has fallen into the mortal world.
He is a useless scholar who falls in love with someone he shouldn't love and falls into a conspiracy trap.
She is the elf of the mountain stream, as pure as the wind. For that warmth, she is willing to fall into the sky.
He is the descendant of a legend, a shadow under the light. After more than thirty years of dreams and illusions, she left, she died, and she came. It's been a hundred years since I looked back.