Yang Zhu felt that he had had a long dream. In the dream, he had lived his whole life, and she was his lifelong dream.
He and she were childhood sweethearts and grew up together.
She stood up for him and beat down all those who bullied him. The gray cheeks and the stubborn smile became a concern that he could not let go of for the rest of his life.
He sent her up the mountain, and he would never forget what she said that day. When she came back from studying, she would take him to the end of the world with her sword.
He came to pick her up every year, always looking forward to the next year when she would come down the mountain and marry her in an eight-carat sedan chair.
When she came down the mountain, she seemed to have lost her soul. All the disciples came to see her off, but she still stared at the mountain gate until the man came out. She had a smile on her eyebrows, which she had never seen for him.
He felt that she was like a gust of lost wind, penetrating all his tenderness. Some words, if you haven't mentioned them, you won't dare to mention them again.
He studied poetry and books diligently, obtained fame and fortune, and could not forget her.
But she was entangled back and forth between the Tianshan Sword Immortal and the Demon Cult leader.
Whether I have left a little place in your heart, I don't know, but you are already everything to me, including my joys and sorrows, my joy, my loneliness...
I gave you all my tenderness, all my love, and finally even my life.
I don't know why he killed you, but dying with you may be the best ending for me.
If there is an afterlife, I will practice martial arts diligently to protect your safety for the rest of your life.
When I woke up from the dream, where was she?
Intention: Love, hate and hatred in the world