I Practice Swordsmanship in Dimension

The continuous rain, in the past spring and autumn, together with the four seasons Looking back, we are all working hard to survive. Even, gradually, the young man's heart. The martial arts dream that once pointed to the sword world. I don't know when, looking back on the past. Regardless of the sunshine, I am still myself in the haze. Can't tell, can't tell. Because, each of us may have light in our hearts. But with the development of society, we seem to have left behind our precious selves. Or, I no longer dare to face my past self. I only know that I am ignorantly locked in my own thinking and forget about the world. There is also a step of my own, which is "Gaia!" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.