It snowed heavily on the day of my death. I sighed slightly and thought of that unruly figure. In the past hundred years, he worked hard to please me for the white moonlight in his heart, and even agreed to form a contract with me. At that time, I always thought that he was cold-tempered and I could move him. Until later, I accidentally broke into the forbidden area and saw the fairy who was as gorgeous as the rumors. Ci Qingxuan prayed for the coffin flower bracelet for me for hundreds of years, but he didn't give it to me. The day Ci Qingxuan saved Bai Yueguang, I jumped down from the Zhuxian Terrace with my heart filled with despair. Unfortunately, I jumped too fast and didn't see the figure stumbling toward me in the clouds. At that moment, the all-powerful Heavenly Lord Ci Qingxuan ignored his recovery from a serious illness just to catch me. Unfortunately, he didn't even touch a corner of his clothes in the end, and woke up again six hundred years ago. . . . . .
Chasing Wife Crematorium
Intention: Socialist core values?