Crossing the Peach Blossom

*A messy party (incomplete version)* In principle, five days off and two days off ———————————————————— The romantic and suave old fairy who pretends to be young, and the steel-headed Princess who is dedicated to her career. ***Note: The male and female protagonists each have had *normal* emotional experiences. ———————————————————— The white snow is too late for spring, so it flies through the trees in the garden. Zi Sangjun, the famous playboy and romantic god on the Eight Desolations List, the Third Highness of the Heavenly Clan, has lived for more than two hundred thousand years. He relies on his good fortune and longevity, and his good talents, and his enchanting peach blossom eyes to cause trouble in all directions. He never thought that he would meet a little girl after seeing through the beauty, the bones, the empty sex, and the love. The little girl is dressed in white as snow, with jade bones and ice muscles, and her deep, unwavering eyes are revealed under a half-silver mask. She walked slowly, as if she could penetrate the wanton indifference he had guarded for half a lifetime. From the prehistoric times to the new age, from the Three Brahmas to the Nine Heavens. She used herself as a chess player to act cautiously for the Suzaku clan for two lives, but in both lives she risked her life to survive the final calamity; she awakened his magical power to control fire, passed on the fire of Zhurong's karma, and helped him become a famous fire god all over the world, and he eventually died because of it. Thousands of years have passed, and the stars have moved. Love memories are covered in dust, and happiness cannot be sought; every step is calculated, and destiny is fulfilled step by step. "Wait until I come back." "I have to hope that spring will come for the Three Brahmas." "It's me, I really do like her." "No matter when or where you are in the three hundred billion worlds, I can find you." "Not enough... Not enough. We have known each other for so long, but the time we spend together is always short. The peach blossom in your hand can only bloom in a moment, and it will last thousands of years in the blink of an eye." One thought enters the soul, and one thought disappears. Even if you wish to kill the enemy, it will be difficult for you to be safe. The sea is cool and the peach blossoms are thousands of miles away. White snow gives birth to spring, and the year waits for eternity. The idea: from emptiness to form, to comprehend form into emptiness, and from emptiness to form to create emotions.