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She is an unparalleled beauty, with ice and snow as her soul and poppies as her soul. Shouldering the mission of unifying the world, he is proud and ups and downs in the world of mortals. Dressed in white, she looked as noble as a banished immortal, but there was a hint of cinnabar in the corners of her eyes, and her lips were like roses, adding to her endless charm. She is a blood-stained snow lotus and a poppy blooming on the snowy peaks. She is elegant but also charming. Look at the sonorous music composed by the beauties in troubled times. He is a noble young prince, a born tyrant. His arrogance is only for her, and all his love is devoted to her. He loved her to the core, as fiercely as a moth to a flame, and gave everything he had just to keep her by his side. He is... As time goes by, who is willing to hold her bare hand and promise her lifelong love and never leave her? Who is willing to be stained with blood for her and fall into disgrace forever? Who is so obsessed with her that she is on par with her? Who is murmuring: "Qingyan, if it were not for you, would there be anything in this world worth my nostalgia?" And who is covered in glory and holding the world for her?

She is an unparalleled beauty, with ice and snow as her soul and snow lotus as her soul. Shouldering the mission of unifying the world, he is proud and ups and downs in the world of mortals. Dressed in white, she looked as noble as a banished immortal, but there was a hint of cinnabar in the corners of her eyes, and her lips were like roses, adding to her endless charm. She is a blood-stained snow lotus, a snow lotus blooming on the snowy peaks. She is elegant but also charming. Let's look at the sonorous music composed by the beauties in troubled times. He is a noble young prince, a born tyrant. His arrogance is only for her, and all his love is devoted to her. He loved her to the core, as fiercely as a moth to a flame, and gave everything he had just to keep her by his side. He is... As time goes by, who is willing to hold her bare hand and promise her lifelong love and never leave her? Who is willing to be stained with blood for her and fall into disgrace forever? Who is so obsessed with her that she is on par with her? Who is murmuring: "Qingyan, if it were not for you, would there be anything in this world worth my nostalgia?" And who is covered in glory and holding the world for her?