The Chronicle of the Hunjun

That stormy night, walking alone, on the cross streets, the abandoned love, can't find the way it came... Whether it's the power in the world, the high position, the low status, there are many kinds of feelings in the world, I only want your kind... The noble status imprisons the free and easy soul, or the free soul dominates the supreme realm... There is no conspiracy, no trick, just a touch of soul from another world, laughing and cursing is useless... Just read it if you like it, if you don't like it, please hide it.