The bank of the Difu Forgotten River, like a small jade flower, grows alone, blooms alone, and sighs that no one knows its delicateness.

Meng Su, a woman making tea on the platform of the Nai He Bridge in the distance, told Xiaohua that she had seen white clouds, just like the white of Xiaohua, which was better than snow and could not be desecrated.

You are not the only child, you still have leaves, but when the flowers bloom, the leaves fall, when the leaves come out, the flowers wither, the flowers and leaves do not see each other, life and life are wrong, and life and death are separated.

The flowers have cried for thousands of years, and they have the same root as the leaves, but they are difficult to intersect, and they miss each other.

However, Meng Su on the bridge couldn't bear to torture the flowers so much, and had no choice but to leak the heavenly secrets, they grew up in each other's hearts, and only when they opened their hearts could they see each other.

The flower dug out her heart, the blood stained the petals red, the white flowers like clouds became bright red as blood, the blood flowed all over the bank of the Lethe River, and a large area of blood-red flowers grew, and finally saw the leaf that guarded her, but what attracted the divine punishment of the Heavenly Dao.

Flowers and leaves are branded with curses, entered into reincarnation, and suffer from life to life, and cannot stay together.

Every time I am reincarnated, when I pass by the other side of the Lethe River and step on the Nai He Bridge, I will smell the fragrance of flowers on the other side and remember my past life, and then swear never to separate again, but in the next life, I still fall into the reincarnation of the curse seal.

The flowers on the other side bloom on the other side, blooming alone on the Huangquan Road, and some people call her the flower of the other side.

The blood-like flowers are like palms, praying sincerely to the heavens, full of sorrow and despair, but with indelible determination.

Time is endless, and reincarnation is endless.

More than reincarnation.

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