It was a spring.
In fact, there have long been no distinction between seasons on Qingming Peak. This is the place closest to the heaven in the world. But that day, when the thunder was rolling down, Xue Cen saw the peach blossoms slowly blooming in the mountains, bright red, as if filled with blood.
After that day, there will be five hundred years of cold winter.
The angry horns of the blue dragon collapse the cold jade, and the clouds and blood burst into the embankment and splash into the dusk.
Who said God binds long-term lovers? The souls of thousands of trees lie beside the sinking boat.
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Purpose: Respect the old and love the young