Beauty Sorrow

Swimming through a world, sharing life and death. Descendants of Ximen Chuixue - Ximen Mei "He still doesn't belong to me after all. Even though I risked my life, I couldn't get him any love." It was a cold face with peerless beauty, and the sheathless sword in his hand made a soul-destroying scream. The descendant of the ancient tomb - Muzi, whose white clothes are better than the snow, has ice-cold muscles and jade bones, but also has a bit of an ancient spirit. She is the descendant of the ancient tomb, and her chivalrous and courageous temperament makes her embark on the precarious road of the rivers and lakes. "I love you, but I know better who I should be? Good love should not let people get lost. After this battle, if I live, I will live in harmony with you and live in seclusion in the world; if I lose, please forget me and forget the past." Zhang Danfeng, the descendant of Yun Lei - Qingzheng's skirts are fluttering, and the lotus steps are light. Facing love, they are stupid and stupid, and they chant in their hearts repeatedly: "Intoxicated by the breeze, falling in love with the bright moon, yes, I just fell in love with you, and I can't extricate myself." I thought I had been favored by love, but before I had time to stay together, the yin and yang were already separated. Holding the newly born baby in her arms, she was calm and composed, "Sister Mei is deceased. She exchanged her life for peace in the world. I, Lin'er, took my sister's name and called me 'Nianmei'."