The Shadow of the Moon Reflects the Light of the Flowers

The first time I met Qingyan was when she was sixteen years old, she went with her father to the Shenbing Villa, the general warehouse of Jianghu weapons, to look for a sword. She danced gracefully in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, as pure as a fairy falling into the mortal world. The last time I saw Qingyan was three years later. She is no longer the same person she was then, and I am not the same person I was then. On the edge of the cliff, that lonely figure showed infinite despair in his pupils. In another three years, I became the high-ranking leader of the Shenyue Cult. I have been looking for Qingyan, but all I can find are many women who look like her. I never have any feelings for them. They are just substitutes. I remember Qingyan's substitutes. Huaying, the woman with completely different faces from Qingyan, but I felt Qingyan's aura from her. Her arrival made the Lone Star Gang even more unscrupulous. There is no doubt that she is a meticulous worker, but I am inexplicably soft-hearted. Who is she? Qingyan? Flower shadow? Or it is another chess piece that involves other people's interests. There are wonderful disguise techniques in this world, but the eyes and back cannot be changed by disguise. There is ruthless love in this world, but the person in your consciousness must not be hurt. Who I am? Qingyan? Flower shadow? Will it be a little late when I remember? What's left? Only by giving sincerely, the hurt, the once sweet and difficult to let go of the complicated love The shadow of the moon flows over the wine glass, and the shadows of the flowers are still there. Under the window, the shadow of the moon and the shadow of flowers fill the room with longing and lightheartedness. The beautiful shadows of flowers at the end of the peach garden are no longer the shadows of flowers.