Hua Jinzhao

Death in the previous life was easy, can we make up for the regrets in this life again? The young man stood on the top of the mountain with a sad face. What was more regrettable than whether he could make up for his regrets was that he could not even remember what regrets he had. Why did he come here again and what should he pursue? Fortunately, the young man didn't seem to have a bright mind. He would think about it, but never think too much about it. He chose to smash open the flowerpot and plant the flowers under the tree again. In this life, I am holding a whip and driving a horse, not for others. How romantic, poetry and wine carry the journey. How can I reach the mountains and stand on my feet? Why do you need to ask? The wind is mine. Swords and pride are the most important thing in this world. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.