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Thousands of years ago, he fell covered in blood at the feet of the monster. When he was desperate and desperate to die, a white figure stood in front of him, and then a soft and clear sigh came from his ears: "Little monk, sleep well." The blood blurred his eyes, and he could only see that the plain clothes in front of him were slowly dyed blood red. He roared and trembled inwardly, and at that moment, the blood all over his body ran cold. After waking up, the plain white figure and the clear and soft smile were no longer around him. From then on, he lived in the world like a zombie, walking with the abyss. The only thought that kept him going was to find her. Unfortunately, a thousand years later, when they met again, they didn't know each other. They approached each other with their own purposes, but they stayed away because of their identities... Sober and restrained, but after a strange journey, they suddenly realized that she was the person he had been looking for for a whole thousand years! Flowers on the other shore, flowers bloom on the other shore, there are flowers but no leaves, there are leaves but no peanuts, we are separated from each other in the world, and we will never see each other forever. Are we destined to be separated by fate, or have we waited for thousands of years to be together happily?