Meng Yinian

The flowers are flying and the sword is cold. The beauty is white, and the dream recalls the years. Time flies by easily, and thousands of years have passed before you realize it. The scene is like the past, but the love is gone. Returning to the pear tree, Qin Yili couldn't help but feel dazed. For thousands of years, she has been waiting here for what? (This article is an impromptu work, with confusing logic and constant changes in memory and reality. If you don't like it, don't read it)