One is a Taoist female official with unrivaled splendor, who wields clouds and rains.
One is Lang Yan, the dominating general of the auxiliary country, who is arrogant among the others.
If it is a fire made of dry firewood, it is also mixed with peach blossoms.
If it is said that they are destined but not destined, it is really difficult to find someone to match the two of them.
The two lives were entangled, and at the moment when his sword penetrated her chest, it all turned into that sentence:
This feeling can be recalled, this hatred will last forever.