Twelve hundred years of mulberry fields, a thousand springs and autumns, and hundreds of thousands of sunsets. He has been guarding her from birth to death. Casting a soul in every life seems so difficult. It would easily break if touched. She was obviously a human being, so why did she get sick and die so easily? He grows up from life to life, from dying young to having his hair tied back. Qi Heng looked at her, his soul gradually stabilized, looking forward to the perfect arrival of the eighteen-year-old soul, but it ended up in the first snow of winter again and again, turning around and searching for the arrival of the next life.
I give you my deepest love.
In the past few thousand years, and those eighteen years, I have always believed——
Rabbits can also fall in love with nest grass.
Flowers are blooming on the green mountains, and old friends are coming through the snow.
Intention: Benevolence and Compassion