The sand flies away. The edge of the sword should have the sun and the moon always present. The desert is endless, the cold light on the blade shines on the gravel, and it is independent under the moon. The sword was unsheathed and burned the world with one strike. Wind, initially determined. The pot is filled with the essence of wine brewing from mountains and rivers. The dragon is in the wild, and there is wine, walking up to the blue clouds, and being drunk in the cave. A happy life is nothing but willfulness.
Reader comments
I feel like the main character in this novel is always abused.
I feel like the main character in this novel is always abused.