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Immortals are heartless demons, while demons are sentimental immortals. One day of entanglement is replaced by thousands of years of silence, and love and hate follow fate. Pear blossoms only bloom in the cold season, in order to express the love of her life. "The word love is the greatest weakness of all people in the world." Life and death are just to confirm this statement. All the glitz and glitz in this life are just dust. As the emperor's concubine, the God of Xunli has been destined to be insulated from love and hate since she was born, but she has been involved in the red thread for no reason. Whose fate will be cut off by a pair of golden scissors? The word love is inherently difficult to write. Thousand miles of pear fragrance is desolate, and in the desolation I can only smell one sentence: pear blossoms, like snow, cold.