Flowers Flow Like Clear Water to Pass the Fleeting Years

Seventy thousand years ago, under that blue sea and sky. That was her calamity. His eyes were full of determination. After I ascend, how about we get married? For a promise, she kept silently for thousands of years. What he got in the end was his cold gaze. When they met again, he had someone he loved and treasured, but it wasn't her. I hate someone so much that my heart trembles, but I can't stop crying because I feel sorry for him. When he was in a coma, he whispered, "Biluo... Biluo... The blue sky on the top is poor and the yellow spring is on the bottom. Both places are nowhere to be seen..., Biluo... Wait for me to save you!" Looking at the sea of clouds billowing ten miles away, she felt terrifyingly calm in her heart. Not a trace of fear. On the other side, the red candle flickered slightly, and the beauty was in her arms. It turns out that when the heartache reaches a certain level, how can other things stir up waves in her heart? What joy is there in life? Death, why bother? I just want to never meet you again in the next life, no, in all my lifetimes. If you are lucky enough to be unable to die. I really want to go to Meng Po's place to ask for more bowls of Meng Po soup! I will never fall in love with you again in the next life. It hurts, it hurts! She had never felt so close to death. Maybe he's about to lose his mind? In the haziness, I seemed to see his face, as if there was a sharp knife that separated me inch by inch. The pain intensifies little by little, spreading to every inch of skin on the body, corroding the heart and bones! She felt like her life was draining away little by little, and her eyes were filled with darkness. She forgot that she had already been blind... The empty eyes were full of tears, and the dull knife cut the flesh, and it only hurt slowly. "What qualifications do you have to come again! She is dead, dead, she has been dead a long time ago! For eternity, don't expect to be even close to her!" He seemed oblivious and gently touched the Juanxiu handwriting on the Sansheng Stone. Abi, Ali. Together for all eternity. The blood-red handwriting, with the passage of time, is no longer as charming as it once was. He could even imagine the satisfied smile on her face at that time "Abi, my wife, I have been destined for three lives on the Three Lives Stone. In this life, I have not missed you after all." ------------------------------------------------------- "Because of you, I let myself hate her less. But I just hate her." "It turns out it's her. Everything is for her. Everything is her. If time could go back, I would rather never see you again!" Okay~ This is a story of three lives and three lives. 00 This article starts from the third life~ Please forgive me if there is any confusion~ Just click and add it to your favorites~~