"What kind of thing can trap him for his whole life? If evil spirits are moved by his emotions, he will surely turn into ashes."
"Xie Zhiyan, you have never been a love-struck second man. You are Song Qingyan's moon in the sky and her heart. You are the only light and heat in this strange world."
"Why do you pretend to have no desires? Xie Zhiyan, where is the temple of love? It is clearly Mingzhou in the west chamber, with endless lights."
"The pear blossom is difficult to cross, but the bright mirror can only be negative. Love must be used in the right place. The word love also has radicals."
"With all the bad roots, whoever serves the world will live for himself. Thank you for the banquet, I am willing."
"Our love is the best way to prove that I existed."
"Thousands of rivers return to the sea, and I can't wait for the flowers to bloom in autumn."
"Thank you Zhiyan, never see you again..."
A blind fortune teller once said that Song Qingyan would not live to be 22 years old. Amid everyone's doubts, she died on her 22nd birthday.
Under the moonlight, every second is accurate.
When she returned to her previous life and woke up from the dream, she thought she would be able to impress everyone with what she had learned in modern times, but she never expected that the patriarchy of this dynasty was so disgusting.
The only way back home is to marry He Fanshu according to the original owner's note and destroy this system.
Feudal rituals and music are in fact empty.
Modern destiny is gradually falling.
Intention: The world is awake