At the beginning of eternity, the sky was chaotic. A man with silver hair was standing at the edge of the Yin River. He looked like an ethereal immortal. He held the red ribbon in his hand and dripped his blood on it, the red ribbon seemed to have a life of its own and suddenly danced around the silver-haired man.
"You and I will make a promise of ten thousand years. When I return from the tribulation..."
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"Husband, you are?"
"Xiaoxiao, you are the Daughter of the Yin River."
"This, this, this, this -- you -- then you are?"
Yan Kuan suddenly smiled. With this smile, everything in the universe seemed to have lost its radiance. He reached out and stroked Shen Xiaoxiao's black hair. His eyes were filled with heartache and deep love. He did not say anything and held her in his arms.
"A promise of ten thousand years. Sorry for the wait."
