Hundreds of Ghosts and Many Enchantments: the Demon Concubine Is Going to Heaven

I am a pig. There is nothing to hide, I am just a pig. The year I first met him, the snow was falling, and I curled up in the wolf's mouth. He stood with an arrow in his hand. Away from the biting cold wind, he raised his head slightly in the tangled snow, and smiled like the warm sun. It has been many years since I last saw him. I am no longer the little pig I used to be, and he is no longer the handsome young man. The solitary smoke of the desert rose straight up, the passionate blood and fire lotus bloomed with fantasy colors under the bright sun, and the five-color rootless flowers and leaves fell like snow. I raised my head in the brilliant rain of flowers, with the caressing lightness of a girl. But in vain, I saw peach blossoms falling, splashing with sorrow. "My heart is biased. You can't kill me like this. I will never be stingy with you." Behind him, someone whispered, "Ayan, Ayan, you said you would be happy, so I let you go. From now on, I will never let go of your hand."