We are on opposite sides of the river, we grieve and feel sorry for ourselves, we are forced to hate a stranger.
"You are the daughter of the previous sect master and a descendant of the Xianmen family. I have taken your identity. What about me, who am I?"
"The daughter of the Bai family is now on the opposite side of the gods! She is a demon! Xie Shishuang, what are you going to do, kill her?"
"If I didn't feel meaningful, I wouldn't have to exist."
"I'll give it to you. Don't you like candied haws on a stick? Even the sweet ones also like it."
I think life is so boring. I experience some people and things inexplicably, and then lose the past bit by bit. I hate this cycle.
But one day, Xili, who was under Bai Yingning's shell, picked up an essay on the desk of Yingyue Pavilion. "To you, I am alone" were just four words, and she suddenly saw the mist of incense, the white plum blossoms falling on the branches, and the papers scattered on the table, so everything was just right.
Intention: Spring is not yet beautiful, the guests are not yet seated, it will be sad to see the world apart for a long time