A flick of the sleeves, a thousand years of regret...
That day, she looked at the roses on the edge of the desert and said with a smile: "I can love you with my life and even my soul, but in this life, I only belong to the Nine Heavens! Therefore, I am not qualified to use 'love' to escape!"
How can seven thousand years of hatred be repaid by a dream?
Three lives and seven lives, all she wants is so simple, but...
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