Half of the remaining scales of a blue-winged golden butterfly fell on the newly blooming goose-yellow orchid.
That was the first meeting between Hua Qianyu and Xiao Menghe - she was a spiritual flower that had just awakened in the sea of flowers, and he was a butterfly fairy who strayed into the mortal world. The moment the wingtips swept across the petals, the lines of fate were carved into the bones and blood.
They once exchanged tokens in front of the flowers under the moon: she strung the petals into a necklace, and he gave each other a butterfly-shaped jade pendant, thinking that "regardless of the source, just stick to this moment" can resist the taboos of heaven. But the barriers of the immortal clan and the fate of opposites finally turned love words into sharp blades - he was forced to hide his true feelings with "drama". She waited in the empty flower field for a butterfly shadow that would never come again. It was not until the butterfly fell into the cold pond and the flowers were buried in the spring mud that she understood that the word "love" was originally a brand burned with the soul.
The wind beside the Forgotten River cannot blow away the obsession with reincarnation.
She became a flower-planting girl, and he was a white butterfly under the eaves, accompanying her day and night but unable to speak; she was trapped in the cold palace, and he had all the power, and they danced together until they died together; she went on the road of escort, and he served as a bodyguard and died, blocking the arrows for her, hiding the unspoken "recognition of you". Before death in every life, flying flowers and butterflies always dance together, as if someone is whispering in the ear: "We have survived this calamity for a thousand years."
In the valley of the last life, the petal necklace collided with the butterfly-shaped jade pendant, and the gold particles burst out to illuminate the memories in each other's eyes - it turned out that all the waiting was hidden in another way of writing "goodbye".
Heaven said that the different paths of flowers and butterflies are calamities, but they insist on making every withering and fluttering of wings become a prelude to reunion.
Do you dare to go with this fantasy that spans thousands of years?
Intention: Flowers and butterflies love each other for thousands of years to break the catastrophe of reincarnation