The peach blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River bloomed again, but they were not the ones he had brought as a gift to him. In this life, Liu Yuanqing was like a willow leaf in spring, falling into his bowl of intoxicating wine. In the end, it was an empty dream.
"Master, I broke the Exquisite Gu Curse... I'm here to find you, please wait for me..."
That year, there was heavy snowfall, snow fell on the branches, and the frosty plum blossoms blooming in the mountains were particularly eye-catching. Qin Yun's blood-stained hands tightly grasped a plum blossom that he had broken, and he slept under the plum ridge of Yunjing Mountain.
"I am overjoyed to meet you again. Don't think about the past."
Mission: Love without borders