Nine Lives and Nine Lives to the Underworld

A small wooden house on the Yellow River, a whisper in my ears. Hearing about things in the world, most of them are hurt! Feng Jiusu had always known what he had done, but Qingli didn't. I also know that these tens of millions of years are just my obsession after all. There are only nine reincarnations and nine souls left in these tens of millions of years. It was Feng Jiusu's last thought for Qingli, and it was also the last thing Feng Jiusu could leave in this world.