"Wait for me." The man in green said calmly.
Just for this sentence, she stayed alone in the breeze and was lonely for many years.
In three hundred years, the young peach demon has also cultivated into a charming and enchanting woman. The colorful clouds on the top of the mountain have become thicker and lighter, lighter and thicker again. With the silent protection of the powerful sword spirit, the breeze is blowing, and it is his last fortress in countless battles.
She thought that it would be him, the endless loneliness of mountains and seas in eternity, but throughout her life, she could only approach him in the way of longing...