When the soul lamp is turned on, three thousand dreams are recalled.
It was snowing heavily that day, and he woke up from it.
"I have seen many people who are imprisoned by love. Everyone wants to spend thousands of dollars to make up for the unhappiness and regrets of the past, as if this will bring peace of mind."
"So is the Marquis at peace now?"
"I don't know."
That day, the fire filled the city wall and filled the ten thousand houses. He was dressed in white and stood in the sparks like crazy. There were soldiers fighting under the wall. He let the heat wave carry him, grinning and said.
"There is no longer King Changling here."
"I'll give them my blood and bones in exchange for a way to live, right?"
"If it's not enough, add the secret technique in this soul."
It's destiny, why be unhappy.
Concept: montage-style deviant