This story is about the world, about grievances, and about those three people.
Mingzhu, who is famous, just wants to have the most ordinary happiness.
The arrogant Ning Xue has been protecting her, but she doesn't know how to protect her.
And Mu Sihua, who tried so hard to set up a scam, finally deceived himself.
He tried his best to reduce the harm he caused to the woman he loved, but in the end it was all in vain and irreparable. He is just a struggling pawn in someone else's chess game, and he has no choice but to make his own decisions. Even in the end, he became a traitor despised by thousands of people in his sect, but he still could not get that person's forgiveness. The last glance was to see the utter hatred and breakup in her eyes, and she waved her sword towards him——
He died by her sword, and this was not a relief.
The fate of this life is over, and the soul has returned to the clouds. I wish I could become the soul in her sword. From now on, the love that can no longer be expressed, and the care that can no longer last in this life, are embodied in this sword. Use another way to continue to protect her.
After a hundred years of age, I will sleep with her in the dust.
The past is like a vast expanse of snow. Time burns away. In the end, it is like the claws of snow and mud. It melts gently and leaves no trace.
"It's just that Mr. Huakai on Moshang is not here.
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