Slaughter the city, kill people, and no grass will grow wherever they pass. This is the only purpose of Nangong Yanruo's rebirth.
In my last life, I gave up my feud for you, my dearest ones, and even risked my life to give you my whole heart, but you greeted me with a cold sword, the exquisiteness was gone, and the seven strings were exhausted.
How should we meet again?
Nangong Yanruo looked coldly at the North Palace, which caused her great pain. She clenched the sword in her hand, and the blood bloomed in the snow like a coquettish sky flower. She looked at the snow in the sky with a frosty face.
All the tears have been left. It's time to pay back what you owe me, Ye Qixian.
Concept: A broken mirror cannot be reunited