The green feathers between her eyebrows lock her heart, and her starry eyes slightly turn to the Yingluo. This is her name. When Dan Luo turned one hundred years old, she met Bai Lu, the god who could make her love. Duan Liancheng fell in love with her, and Zhaozhetang fell in love with her. There was a love between them that even water could not reproduce. But the painting in Shuangsu Hall broke everything. He and she couldn't see through the discussions of the fairies, the master's warnings, or the ordinary things in the world. She didn't understand that her black hair, her paleness, and the love she received were all because of another person a hundred years ago? She doesn't know. If I had known that it would be so disturbing to people's hearts, why would I not have known each other in the first place?
Finally, the battle in front of Xiaozexianmen destroyed all love and affection. When she opened her eyes and closed them, all the sealed things burst out. The song of departure from the Nine Dynasties in the reeds, the first encounter in Xiaoze, the pursuit across life and death, and the fall in the flashy and fierce battle. None of these belonged to her. She was just a body, a body being used by others. Before dawn she lost everything. It turns out they were wrong from the beginning of the story. Bai Lu, how can you let her put aside her hatred and love you. If we didn't meet each other, wouldn't there be so many disputes?
I just hope that when I open my eyes again, I can have only one heart and never be separated...
Intention: Xianxia