White Face

When I look back, it's just because of that obsession. Mo Lin said, "How are you?" His raised eyebrows were slightly playful. "We are still friends." Bai Yan smiled lightly, with a hint of grace between her brows. When she suddenly woke up and recalled that time... It was too late, the person who raised his eyebrows slightly at her no longer existed. "You won't die!" Bai Yan lowered her eyes. "If you die, who will be responsible for me!" Thousands of years ago, history changed, and some people gave up everything for their obsessions, but regretted it. The peach blossoms have faded and bloomed again, but they still can't catch the person's eyes. There are people who have picturesque features and are safe for one person, but they are burdened with everything but can achieve nothing. The moment I woke up, I was shocked to realize that I was able to indulge in the glitz of the world for the sake of love. I will write about all the people, express my conscience, and die alone, no matter what. The water flows slowly and becomes clear from now on; The peach is young and blooms ever since; The ground is covered with greenery, evergreen ever since. Nothing in the world can match the stunning look of that woman. She was not stained by the world, but she suddenly felt lost at the last moment. "Bai Yan, are you okay?" His look back was filled with regret. He can be affectionate, so affectionate that she thinks he benefits the world; He could be ruthless, so ruthless that she thought it was him and destroyed everything. He is not without weaknesses. The thousands of sword wounds on his body are not as much as the loss and hatred that the woman feels at a glance. There is another person who is as tender as water, as gentle as jade, with indifferent eyebrows and eyes, and does not care about worldly affairs. Nor will he get involved in the so-called war, because he knows that all he has to do is not to protect the fairy world, but to protect her. The corners of his eyes were raised, endlessly coquettish, and the corners of his slightly raised mouth seemed to be filled with contempt and hesitation. She was above the battlefield, commanding the wind and clouds, but when the world was in ruins, she realized that what she cared about most had long been lost. Fairy age is light, masculine but not frivolous. The man looks back and turns around, with all kinds of charm, which always makes people think he is walking out of the painting. But that tenderness is not for others, only for her. The gray-haired old man, he has dedicated his life to the immortal world, and is willing to defend the immortal world from all directions, so he respects the name of the Immortal Lord. He does not seek fame or fortune, is independent of the world, forgets the world, has a heart as cold as jade, and works tirelessly for his lifelong pursuit. Three glorious lives, just for him and just for her. Guarding in all directions, guarding the whole world, after all, just waiting for his return. Peach abyss blooms everywhere, and the youth is unparalleled. When the woman returns, she looks back and smiles, and the peach blossoms bloom infinitely for her. Intention: Although ten thousand years is a long time, the most important thing is to cherish it.