Who is she? She has this life and an afterlife, but they are endlessly unpredictable. Eternity passes by in a hurry, and mortals are like mud cows crossing the river. Who is she, wrapped in the veil of an immortal, covered with the charm of a goblin, blinking with the eyes of a demon, with the temperament of a god, exuding the aura of the underworld, but with the heart of a mortal?
After thousands of tribulations, it has become dust, and this heart has become old.
Threads of love twist and turn, ruthless swords cut off love!
Why is this so? I said, you have no right to interfere. As long as she wants, no one can stop her.
Are you my king? Come into my dreams.
No matter whether she is or not, as long as she wants it, that's it!
Soul and soul are connected, soul and soul are entwined, blood contract is made!