Flowers Go to Shengdao

"Flowers Go to Sheng Island" Flowers are among the flowers. He devoted all his soul to the isolated island that only existed in obsession, and to the old dream called Meng Wansheng. A journey alone, a failed reunion. When he came for the appointment, she no longer waited. Everyone goes to their own island. And among the flowers, I went alone to an isolated island where the sound of music had disappeared. He rushed to his old dream with all the belated confessions. In the end, he was the only one left on the island, guarding the tender agreement that had long been invalidated. Huajian was originally a lonely soul without warmth. After spending thousands of years guarding the barren mountains alone, he despised the flowing clouds and the evening breeze, and saw the love of all living beings as a ridiculous farce. To him, the mountains and rivers are nothing but a dead wasteland. He does not look forward to the dawn, nor is he afraid of death. Life is just a long and tasteless torment. Ice sealed his soul, and nothing in the world could cause even the slightest ripple in his heart. Until Meng Wansheng came through the thick fog. The snow-white and soft Moon Rabbit, dressed in a spring sunset, gently fell into his desolate world. She was not afraid of the sharp fox aura around him, nor the frozen indifference in his eyes. She held a handful of berries with morning dew in her hands, carefully handed them to him, and softly called his name. It was her who warmed his heart that had been frozen for thousands of years bit by bit.