Wedge; wedge
"Yan tide, if you could do it all over again, would you be willing to accompany me on horseback and whip, and live in seclusion on the grassland from now on?"
"Yanxi, this is the last time you make wine for my green plum. After drinking this drink, I am afraid that from now on, I will only be able to come back to this misty Jiangnan in my dreams."
"Yan tide, in this life, I can only let you down."
"Yanxi, I can't tell the difference between hating you and loving you. From the day you put on your wedding dress, I only know that my heart died in that noisy night. From now on, you will never want to hurt me again!"
"Old monk, your words have indeed come true." Faced with this silent ending, Yan Xi cut off three thousand black hair, and from then on she always accompanied the ancient Buddha with green lanterns. Looking back for hundreds of years, she felt like she was in a dream. She wondered if this pure place of Buddhism could get rid of his entanglement, or was this just the beginning?
Mission: No one can escape the destiny