Ling Shuang walked out of Ying Zheng's underground palace and entered modern society again.
She is still her, but she is not her anymore.
Thousands of years have worn away the ordinary Ling Shuang, leaving only the goddess Ling Shuang.
"Longevity" Ling Shuang looked at the person in front of him and slowly said these two words.
The years of independence are long, time flies, everything is vain.
Concept: The author's own work