Fuyou was originally the proud disciple of Dream Weaver. After practicing with Shangxian for seven hundred years, she gradually discovered that everything she had experienced was just a scam fabricated by Dreamweaver... When she woke up from the dream, all the entanglements in the past came into confusion. In the end, I realized that I was just a victim of the war between immortals and demons seven hundred years ago! The hatred of genocide, the love of sacrificing one's life; tearing away the disguise of the dream, there is actually a disgusting mechanism behind it... We met under the spring in a fairyland in the mountains and forests. Do you want love or hate? The moment I woke up from the dream, the truth was unforgettable. If I had known this day, maybe I really shouldn't have woken up in the first place... "Dreamweaver, you promised to dream for me back then. Does this still count?" Listening to the soft sound of raindrops under the eaves outside the window, Fu You's hand holding the mirror slowly dropped. There seemed to be a sigh in his ears, and the man's voice was as cold as ever. "This life is a dream, and I will never waver..."
Intention: Love, hate, and hatred are just wishes. After all, it is just a big dream with no regrets. It is better to go back, it is better to fall into a dream. In the dream, there will be flowers all over the ground, the old hometown.