Shuangjue
Many years later, Xiao Fengqing finally got his wish to sit in the East Palace overlooking the splendid rivers and mountains, the hall was full of incense, but there was no familiar shadow looking back at him.
The eyes are full of prosperity, all mottled and desolate. I still remember the night of the blood moon, and the star-picking platform was brightly lit. Yan Ling stood against the railing, slashing green silk with a knife, dressed in red clothes as poignant as a hundred flowers, and jumped into the abyss with a smile.
Until her death, she wore someone else's wedding dress. When the hatred hidden in the heart is washed away by the Yellow Spring. Xiao Fengqing suddenly woke up to the fact that he hurt her and lost her...... He hated how much he missed her.
"Yan Ling, if time can be turned back, I am willing to lose a lifetime of glory and lose half of my life, just to get a chance to really protect you Changle Qingping."