With a smile on his face, he waved his folding fan gently, and his green robe made his face look like jade. Maybe it was because of hunger, Bai Qinglian felt that she was in a trance for a moment. His smile seemed to make the sun a little gentler, and the midsummer heat also made people feel like a spring breeze. With a thought, it was like a small candle in a dark room that was suddenly lit. It suddenly lit up, but then dimmed again. She just said coldly: "I don't recognize this young master. I have never seen him before."
"Mortals always pray for a lifetime. How do they know that the lifetime they think is very short for gods."
His eyes were as deep as a pool of autumn water, as if one would be addicted without realizing it.
In the prosperous world of ten miles of mortal world, he once said: "In the next life, I will marry you. Okay?"
She looked at the clear blue sky in the distance, but her eyes were erratic, and she didn't know where it landed... After a long time, she finally said with a smile: "Okay."
But how can gods have any next life?
Intention: Don't worry about the next life, cherish the present.