The Young Master Falls into the World

Love is deep and lingering, love brings its own sorrow, and it is no match for the vicissitudes of the sea, heaven and earth. Everyone in the world knows that Young Master Luofan is the "god who has left behind the worldly world". He has emerged from the worldly world and has no eyes for the worldly world. He raises his eyes and looks back to give guidance on world affairs. Everyone knows that Princess Nan Yao is like a goddess descending from the sky, flying in the sky with a blue cloud, galloping thousands of miles on the battlefield; waving her hand and raising her eyebrows, directing the picturesque mountains and rivers. Recalling the past, flowers fell like rain, white clothes were green and red clothes were picturesque. Once upon a time, we held hands and enjoyed the prosperous scenery together, and stood side by side against the rain of arrows and the gleam of swords. Changlin Garden, on the small building, broken swords are scattered on the ground, half of which is deep-rooted love, and half of which is desperate resentment... In the dusty years, buried is an unforgettable love. This feeling is like a poor blue sky and a yellow spring at the bottom. (The introduction is incompetent, please click on the text for more exciting content) Fragment 1 On the Fanyin Pavilion, the man was dressed in white, alone, looking out at the vast and infinite scenery thousands of miles away, as if his thin and thin body would fall at any time. She knew he wouldn't, but she was still worried. Seeing him slowly turning around, his face was pale and his expression was indifferent, making it difficult to see his emotions and making him feel even more distressed. He must be lonely. She was full of thoughts and slowly opened her lips, "Is it cold?" Clip 2 In the flower forest, the peach blossoms are scattered and sad. He leaned on the swing with a smile on his lips, indulging in the beauty of the past. He turned his head, raised his eyes, and said: "Xiao Xiao, I'm a little cold..." The fluttering words were blown away in the wind. That person, no longer by his side, would no longer blame him for not knowing how to put on more clothes in the cold weather, while anxiously putting on his shirt. The bustling peach blossom dance, and the shallow smile were broken bit by bit in the wind...