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Ning Ran picked up an exquisitely written love letter in school. The girl's heart was touched by her unrequited feelings, and she also had a confession that she didn't dare to say. While feeling the same, Ning Ran became strongly curious about the person who wrote this love letter. Out of this curiosity, she began to look for the owner of this love letter...

Yan Wei likes Cen Xian, and Yan Wei likes Cen Xian the most. When he jumped from the window sill at the age of sixteen, Yan Wei thought that he would like Cen Xian for the rest of his life. She spent her youth chasing a shadow named Cen Xian, thinking that youth always has its length. But the biggest illusion in the world, besides "the people I like also like me", is "I can protect myself by becoming an adult".

In her previous life, she was the number one person in the Sui Continent. She had cultivated the Mahayana in three thousand years and was only one step away from ascension. Unexpectedly, he ended up being betrayed by his family, separated from his family, and died. She lives a new life and only wants to be free in the mountains and rivers and make the world her home. Unexpectedly, he was forced to do "Five Years to Ascend, Three Years to Cultivation to Immortality" by that beautiful young man who has the appearance of being the only one in the world. Feng Sangwan: I'm so stupid, really, I only knew that I was reborn, but I didn't know that I would cultivate immortality after being reborn! Xue Bujing: I was really stupid, really. I only knew that I had traveled through time, but I didn't know that I would be able to play Jedi Ascension after traveling through time. Tao Tao Tao Tao: I am really stupid, really, I only knew that there was something wrong with this cultivation of immortality, but I didn't know that this cultivation of immortality was also poisonous, really! Whoever cultivates it knows.

The long river is like a song. History is like a long song, and the long river that flowed through the years thousands of years ago rushes towards us without stopping. It flows through the top of the Han River, through the long night, through the mountains and seas, and through the barren wilderness. It flows through the mountains and rivers of eternity, to the north of the mulberry fields and to the south of the sea. No one can stop the flow of history, and no one can stop us from exploring history. Who said that history should look like that? It uses long elegy to transform itself into the appearance of Tsing Yi and Pink Dai. Who is the spectator and who is the actor. In and out of this scene, who has a long-lasting hatred and elegies, and who has a long-lasting love. Long song, long song. --Yuan Tao