In the Jia Luo Palace, she turned into a butterfly and accidentally crawled onto his lips, "Where is this place? Why does it feel soft and moist? Ah? Why is there still warmth?!" She crawled and crawled in fear, and climbed up a hill, only to find... A pair of eyes... Looking at her calmly.
These eyes are very beautiful, but also... Very cold. Miguo'er was stunned.
Until Patriarch Motuo's rich and resonant voice came from behind: "Little one, why don't you show up quickly?" A suction force from behind sucked her in. As the distance increased, Miguo could see clearly the person in front of her. She was dressed in plain clothes like snow, with long eyebrows on her temples, a graceful figure, and white silk hair...
Many years later, Miguo'er came to Lingjiu Mountain again, but this time there was no one in the main hall and it was dilapidated, as if to remind her of her dilapidated life. She thought: "If I had died that night when I was massacred at Ci'en Temple, wouldn't I have come to Lingjiu Mountain later, and wouldn't I have turned into a butterfly and met you by mistake..."
Concept: fantasy love