The lover who came back from the dead forgot my name**
In the strange country called Jingqi, the good world and the anti-world are clearly separated, but there are also undercurrents.
Luo Min hibiscus, a peach blossom demon who has cultivated into an adult, once accompanied the breeze and the bright moon, and has a temperament as gentle as jade. Until he met the ancient butterfly king with veiled purple eyes and a proud poisonous tongue - **Ling Yu**. The first encounter in the bamboo forest house, the cuddle under the pavilion, the drink in the back garden... Every bit of warmth grows in the border guarding career of swords and swords. The feelings arise secretly, but the understanding is not expressed clearly.
A long-planned attack tore apart the brief tranquility. In order to protect Luo Wenjin, Lingyu was poisoned by a strange poison, and his soul died on the spot. Luo Wenjin buried her lover with her own hands, and her heart withered. The bamboo forest house is still there, but only the bones-corroding memories and the gossips of the world remain. He guarded the tomb and spent his days in the abyss of despair, like a zombie.
Three years later, all living beings had a golden banquet, and the emperor changed. An invitation brought the heartbroken Luo Wenjin back to the hustle and bustle of the world. Above the splendid palace, the new "Qianlian Shi" appears gracefully - He Xuan
Her eyes are covered with silver silk, her clothes are embroidered with butterflies, she is feminine and handsome, and has a strange temperament. He imitated the posture of the late Ancient Butterfly King and took on the important task of guarding the two realms. Everyone was either amazed or flattering, but the falling hibiscus was like being struck by lightning.
That face was completely unfamiliar, but the movements and gestures... Why was there such a shuddering familiarity?
Why is there a hint of cold floral fragrance that is almost erased and unique to Lingyu hidden under the deliberately cold atmosphere?
Are those bright purple eyes that he dreamed of still remaining behind the silver eyepatch?
The suspicion that the grave had been dug was still lingering in my mind, and the glimpse of a familiar figure still lingered in my mind. Now, this stranger, who bears the name of "lunar eclipse" and imitates his lover's posture, has pushed him into a whirlpool of confusion and hope.
Is it the hallucination of his crazy yearning? Is it a cruel joke carefully planned by the mastermind behind the scenes?
Or... His lover, who was supposed to sleep underground, had her memory wiped, her appearance tampered with, her identity replaced, and she returned to him in another form?
Intention: Transformation and growth