She is so hateful, so hateful, why is it not her own that lies in the cold jade bed of Kunlun.

ziluo slowly squatted down, white hair flying.

Ye Tian wearily put up his tired smile and bent down to touch her face. Touch gently over and over again.

"Zillo, you look so young. It seems that you will never grow old. And I seem to grow old in a flash. "

from the time when I lay down peacefully. Or, it's already old. It just looks hard and strong, but in fact, it has been broken for a long time.

some predestination is doomed to be lost, and some...