Jinghong•knife Shadow•to the End of the World

A little startle, a thousand-mile sword shadow, who cares about the end of the world? Who understands this song of eternal separation? Dressed in green clothes and pure sorrow, traveling between the west and the east. Where's the knife? The knife is there, the shadow of the knife is gentle, gently piercing the sky. Where are the people? People are there, but their silhouettes are faint, and their silhouettes follow the breeze. The young man came from Yonghe, to the end of the world, to the end of the sea, and to the valley of Liren. This book is full of suspense. Friends who like reasoning may wish to read it.