There is no right or wrong in love in this world. He turned his glory and splendor to her, but in the end it was like fireworks in a prosperous age; she devoted all her splendor and splendor to him, but in the end it was just a dream.
A hundred years ago, he had a good impression of her, but now he has to bury it deeply in his heart. He is a fairy and a human being. In his world, the great the ability, the great the responsibility. He failed her once, twice and three times.
She can't remember what happened in the past. Now, he is the only one in her little world. He is her God. She has a deep love for him, even though she knows that she is just the shadow of her ancestors. She once made a wish on a shooting star, as long as he
Nodding, even if it is only for one day, she is willing to be alone for the rest of her life.
Deeply in love, he realized that he was so greedy. Every move he made was affected by his own admiration, but he could only watch from a distance. Even if he stood at the pinnacle of the six realms, he was still aloof and would not allow himself to be blasphemed.
This is his inferiority complex.
Finally one day, he was willing to let go of his responsibilities and self-esteem, and wanted to do everything he could to compensate him, but he found that he had no time or opportunity in his fleeting years, so he could only feel sad and hope to leave her with everything.
It's the best memory.
The ashes of his fireworks promise that there will be an afterlife, promising thousands of hectares of fertile land, ten miles of red makeup, riding horses while singing, chatting about mulberry and hemp in the morning, and collecting frost in the hair at dusk. When she wakes up from a dream, the word she sighs for, is not for lovesickness.
Without knowing where it started, it goes deeper and deeper. The living can die and the dead can live.
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In the fairy world, a man in white clothes stands tall. The woman in his arms has long been lifeless. His bare hands are hanging lightly. His elegant white chest is wet with red blood. His black hair is not pulled back. His flawless face is as peaceful as sleeping, with a quiet smile.
With a hint of pain, one can't help but feel pity.
The man had a sad face. Facing the immortals who surrounded him and did not dare to go beyond him, there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes. "The immortals are just mediocre." No one answered his sarcasm. He was forced by the four gods and had no way out.
, he couldn't even save the body of his confidante.
There is no record about her in the fairy world, and there is no record even about him. Some people in later generations remember that he rebelled against the fairy world, but they don't know what happened in the fairy world a hundred years ago. It is as if these two people have never existed in the fairy world.
Insiders said that the battle was so shattering that the world of immortality was almost overturned, but he finally left with hatred and depression.
Some people say that he went to the ancient place to save the woman, some said that he had the overall situation in mind and did not want to destroy the balance of the six realms, and some said that he was willing to leave only after the envoy offered conditions that were enough to impress him. Later generations
unknown.
After hiding his hatred, giving up his glory, and leaving the fairy world, he found that he had nothing, and even his spiritual support collapsed. No matter how high his cultivation level was, what would he do if he looked down on the world? The loneliness and loneliness he had never experienced before made him decadent.
For hundreds of years, he wandered like a wandering soul until...