The Flowers of the Past Life Are Gone

The young man stood outside the gate of the castle, with the cold wind tearing his white robe. He turned his head and looked at the numerous black tombstones, his eyes showing a lonely light. Among them, there was one that sealed the memories of him and his loved ones. The young man pushed open the castle door and walked in. Even if we give up everything, just to capture half of Xue Ji's soul hidden in the soul vessel, and the memories of love that only belong to each other...