The paladins are raised and the drums are played, and the rhythm is relaxed and peaceful. How can we live in troubled times? In troubled times, why should we sing? In her drunken state, An Ge seemed to hear someone calling her softly. She seemed to see the yellow sand in the sky suddenly disperse, and the phoenix bird and the blurry figure disappeared, leaving only the stars in her eyes.
Under the clear light, a young man in brocade clothes who was as graceful as the breeze and the moon was getting closer and closer to her. With every step closer, her heart sank an inch. With every sinking inch, her heart seemed to be pricked by needles. With each prick, her eyebrows twitched involuntarily.
