Drink a bowl of Meng Po soup and forget the sorrow of a lifetime
Borrowing a bowl of water to wash away all the desolation
White flowers, a tear left by the sky
Cheng Sijin, Kunlun Immortal
Eight hundred years later, he stood under the peach blossom tree, smiled slightly, looked down at all living beings, and captivated everyone's eyes, and also captivated her in the pool of fairy water.
Eight hundred years later, when she opened her eyes, she was fascinated by the shadowy grace under the peach blossom tree and fell into the world of mortals.
Is it love? Or sadomasochism?
Is she passionate? Or is he heartless?
She said: I don't want to see you again in the next life. I just want to be that drop of water forever, sinking at the bottom of the water, and sleeping forever.