The wind rises at the end of Qingping, and the waves form between gentle waves.
Bai Yi has gone through a lot of hardships and setbacks. It is to find his broken soul and incomplete memory. Every time he stood next to that person, the sharp knife next to his hand became a little cold from the rain. But... The tenderness between lips and teeth. It always melts the sharp knife and shakes his hatred...
Qinglan wants to cry but has no tears
The world of mortals is like the blue clouds of the upper world. If you are sincere, give me back my immortal body! ! ! !
Purpose: Uncover the truth of things from different perspectives