Good man, on the battlefield, the horn sounds and the iron horse rings.
The dust is rising, blindfolded, and covered with clothes.
Qi, Qi, Qi! Bitter, bitter, bitter!
The old friend is gone, don't cry in mourning, the love is as deep as the son far away.
Xiao Qi had imagined that he would die, but when death came, he couldn't bear it. He thought that he might have missed a lot.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
