A Lifetime of Sorrow on the Other Side

All things in the world are like dust, but you are the pearl of my heart. It seeps into my bones, melts into my blood, and I can't let go! ——Nan Mingxie The flower language of Manzhu Shahua is ominous, separation, and ••••••sad memories. Manzhu Shahua, the flower of the other shore, is sinful, beautiful, and enchanting. Although desperate, it still exudes the fragrance of poppy. In the first life, I still remember that year at the Heihe Ferry, the sky was filled with blood and darkness. He lay on the ground covered in blood, watching her fall from the sky. Those golden eyes filled with the brilliance of the sun were his hope and his salvation. Thousands of years later, he used conspiracy to weave lies of love just to wake her up again. However, the devil's tenderness will eventually be short-lived. When everything is like a passing cloud, sleeping is her best choice. He is a devil, a Satan, and his power is to resist all good things. In the blooming manjus and sandalwoods in the valley, his left hand holds darkness and disaster, and his right hand holds up evil and depravity. However, under the bodhi tree and in front of the Yuelao Temple, she promised him that they would never be separated from each other in all eternity, hold her son's hand, and grow old together with her son. He responded to her, on the road to hell, no matter where the bridge is, even if my nose is ruined, I will use blood as a guide to follow you forever.