(Written blindly, there is no logic at all)
(Ahhhhhhhhh no why there is no trial reading part) (scratching my head)
I am the cold-hearted senior sister of Canglan Sect.
One day, a young master of Song Dynasty came to the sect. His eyebrows were like swords, his eyes were like stars, and he had a peerless beauty.
But when he saw me, he suddenly rushed towards me, with tears in his eyes, and asked me to go home with him.
He claimed to be the husband with whom I was once in love, with whom I had worshiped heaven and earth, and we had no doubt of our love.
But when I looked at his extremely unfamiliar face, I wanted to say something: I have been practicing Taoism for more than a hundred years, and I have always practiced the Tao of ruthlessness.
Intention: None
