For five days and five nights, he played the flute non-stop. He wanted to use that music to express the pain and sadness in his heart. In despair, he waited for his lover who didn't know when he would come.

This Xiaoyin Cliff once had a sad and beautiful legend.

Rumor has it that there was a scholar in the mortal world. His flute sound was like the sound of nature, which attracted the attention of the fairies in the sky. Without telling the heavens, he came down to earth to marry the scholar. However, not long after, the heavens discovered this, and the Queen of Heaven ordered that the fairies be forcibly raped.

He was brought back to heaven, leaving behind a soulless mortal body in the world. The silly scholar returned home and looked at his wife who had died, feeling sad.

Desperate, he resolutely stood in front of the tomb and played the flute for ten days. The sound of the flute was so sad and sad. Not to mention people, even the grass and trees would shed tears when they heard it, and the stubborn rocks would cry for it when they heard it.

He was so sad that finally, the sound of his flute reached the sky and reached the ears of the Queen of Heaven. The Queen was so moved by the music that she was so merciful that she let the fairy descend to earth, creating a happy marriage.

This was originally an unfounded legend, but he chose to believe it, thinking that a miracle would happen. He was either too stupid or it was his own fault.

Suddenly, he smiled foolishly, his smile was desperate and sad, and tears silently fell down his dim eyes. There is no sorrow greater than the death of the heart.

Perhaps, this was his last gift to Ran'er in this life. Thousands of words were turned into a hoarse call, "Ran'er."

Finally, the sky broke, and a ray of warm sunshine poured down from the sky.

Under the sun, the green hair on his head turned into silver hair, shining with dazzling light.

One night's hair turns white, three thousand pieces turn into snow.

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Amidst the cold wind and the silent cliff, a desperate man fumbled for a sachet from his arms and brought it to his lips tremblingly.

The elegant and familiar fragrance lingered in his breath, eating away at his heart bit by bit.

Inside, there are his and her hair, which are the knots of their entangled fate in this world.

Perhaps the most heart-breaking thing in this world, which makes people drunk and dreamy, and haunts them in dreams, is the love between men and women.

In the man's empty black eyes, there seemed to be a loneliness and desolation that could never be seen again. Finally, his chapped lips trembled slightly, and he slowly closed his eyes, and the things in his hands quietly fell.

In the endless darkness, he quietly waited for death to come.

I don't know how long it took, but the cold wind howled by. He seemed to have regained some consciousness in his chaotic thoughts, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

In the cold wind, he suddenly heard an old voice, sighing quietly: "If you want to die, it will be too painful to use this method!"

That voice was low and kind, like an elderly man, softly comforting me.

Xiao Chenxuan's mind, which was already close to Kong Min, was suddenly awakened by this voice.

He tried hard to remember, what happened? Where is this?

He felt like he was lying on the ground, and his cheek was touching the cold and hard soil. There seemed to be a vague fragrance floating leisurely in the wind. This fragrance made him feel inexplicably familiar.

Suddenly, a white light flashed in his mind, yes, it was a sachet, the sachet that Ran'er had sewn for him with his own hands![
Chapter completed!