Some people are dead, but they seem to be still alive; some people are clearly alive, but they seem to have died countless times. It is true and false, in a trance. Not reconciled. People, if you don’t live to the last moment, how will you know what your destiny will look like? What if she turns over and becomes the master? Life is a lonely practice. If you can’t understand it, you have to keep moving forward. Maybe as you walk, there is a vast sea and sky in front of you. The breeze is blowing, and there is an ethereal whisper from somewhere in the palace: one mountain, two mountains...chrysanthemums bloom, chrysanthemums remain, and wild geese have been flying high for thousands of years. People have not yet returned, only a curtain of wind and moon is idle. (Overhead, modern, ancient, Xiuxian is as complete as ever. There is CP, not happy, not sweet, not strong. This article is divided into several parts. The male protagonist only appears in the last part, and there is nothing in the previous part. There is no sense of existence, please enter carefully!!! In addition, all the content of this article is purely fictitious, please do not study and imitate too much, thank you~.)