A sad atmosphere surrounded everyone, and some of the female cultivators were secretly wiping tears in the corner. This love was absolute. Lan Qiren's eyes were slightly moved when he saw the line "For one person to enter the world, I will also go if people go, and I will leave no dust in this life." Wei Wuxian was wondering, which fairy exposed Lan Zhan's eyes.
["The rhythm of Ze Shi contains light, and when there is chaos, he will become famous, but he will not forget, stepping into the past and the past. Avoiding the sound of the dust, it is difficult to avoid grievances and madness. The sound of the piano in the quiet room is far away, playing a song to ask the echo of the spiritual sky. Are you still asking? Ask about the madness of people in ancient times and the future? Who is in the distance, and then ask how many old people in the world are black and white and discredited, can they still forget? Yun Shen has promised a vast number of people. Where is the king, we will never forget each other." Lan Wangji's voice seemed to have crossed the long river of time. In that never-ending pursuit, no one knows who is sighing.]
< Because of him, every trouble will come out, and for him, ask the spirit for thirteen years. >
< Hanguang-kun will ask Ling every time he removes Chun, just hoping to find traces of the ancestors, even if only a little bit. >
< It's just that the fingertips have been soaked in blood, but the strings are still as motionless as a mountain, without a trace of reaction. >
[The sound of the music suddenly became high-pitched, "Are you still asking? If you don't ask the madness of the ancient and modern world, who is far away, it is difficult to understand how many old people are black and white in the world, can you still forget? The spectators are scattered, only you and I do not forget, and you are by your side, stay safe." Lan Wangji looked gently at a certain place, or someone. Don't forget, don't forget, don't forget that initial, fiery love.]
< I still remember what Hanguang Jun said, "Dare to ask my uncle, what is right and wrong, what is black and what is white" In this world, good and evil cannot be judged by black and white. Black is not necessarily black, and white cannot be all white. There is also a gray. >
< Fortunately, he came back, and with Hanguang-kun, he was no longer sad, no longer sad. >
< The first person they see when they wake up every day is each other, and they will watch the sunrise and sunset together forever. >
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After the song was over, the water mirror turned black again, and Nie Mingjue was thinking about life. After all, it was broken, the human heart is not the definition of black and white, and Lan Shi is still in that melody, from bitterness, pain, to final relief, happiness. Lan Wangji's expression at this time was soft, and the love seemed to have been brought to him across time and space. Wei Wuxian looked at Lan Wangji with a soft expression, and an indescribable emotion poured into his heart, but he didn't know, what exactly was it? (Author: That's love, Wei Wuxian, I hate you for being a wood!)