The World Is Stained with Ink, and a Little Bit of Cinnabar Is Burned

Once through time. Yiyun: Thousands of sorrows, do you still remember our promise every year? Mo Yi Qian Shang: After a few years, I hope I won't be as helpless as I am now when I meet you again. During the late Jia Dynasty. "What is love? I have no intention, so how can I love it?" Mo Yi Qianshang sneered. "What is love? Don't look at it, don't touch it, feel it in silence, it's the sweetest place." Yiyun said calmly.