The soul is lingering in dreams, and the fragrance is added.
Yaochuan a hundred years ago, Lingyu a hundred years later.
The charming snow light and grudges and plots in the extremely frozen land all bowed down for me.
Who was once a young man on the street, as clear and solemn as a village, as soft and delicate as frost, and as firm as frost?
Who was once a Qiluo girl, with a clear and mysterious face, a lotus face, and thoughtful eyes?
Play is also crazy, love is also crazy,
I am a poem to prepare for a rainy day,
I write to you about your insignificant need.
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For her, the trace of cause and effect is a thousand-year-old regret and a determination to never return. The second is that the waves are tilted upward, and the heaven and earth are united.
For him, the art of casting is that there will never be peace, and he will not envy the bright moon. The second is to have no loving acquaintances and always look for old acquaintances.
For him, the Piaoxin Curse means that he loves others but does not love them. There is no lasting love, and there will never be a prairie fire. The second is the white snow, no matter how ruthless the calamity.
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His burning blood. Her lotus tears. His starry eyes.
That human drama has finally come to an end.
"No matter you are a devil or a monster, you will always be the little goddess of Yaochuan that I accidentally left behind."
It snowed in Lingyu for three days and three nights.
He stirred up the lotus flowers with a flick of his sleeves, and the pond was like the fragrance of cardamom.
"Every cause and effect in this world owes her peace of mind."
Concept: More than a hundred years, desperate love
