The clear snow flies and the pear blossoms dance, with a wisp of fragrance and a wisp of pain.
The clear snow falls and the pear blossoms shed tears, which makes the heartbroken and sad.
She touched the beautiful Qingxue Pendant of Po Meng, and was entrusted by her to travel through time. I was once hurt by love, tired of love, and locked my heart tightly and stopped loving.
He was born into a royal family and was already accustomed to intrigues and fights. He regarded love as a leisure pastime and women as worthless accessories.
He, dressed in white clothes and holding a jade flute, is like a wisp of spring breeze, indifferent to fame and fortune.
There are many more of him...
The beauty's appearance is still the same as before, the moonlight is still beautiful, she is her but not her.
Who can open her closed heart, who can warm her cold heart?
Who can pull him out of indifference, who can make him infinitely worried and sad?
Who disturbed the autumn water and caused ripples in his heart?
The country hates love and hatred,
Contained by interests,
In too many forced or deliberate actions,
They hurt each other, but their love is deeply rooted.
Where will we go from here?
Is it to avoid the past, huddle secretly in the corner of the room, and lick the wounds alone?
Do you close your heart, suppress your feelings, and continue to hurt the other person?
Or forget all ties and wander around the world with idle clouds and wild cranes?