This sword passes through the long river of longing
The moment Fu Xuanxin died tragically in front of him, Ye Xiaohui felt that there was no sound in the world. He seemed to have returned to the rain in June of that year, when the boy and the girl were trapped, where the gears of her and his fate began to turn. How about enlightenment in Palm Lake, but what about being the best in the world? It was as if everything between heaven and earth had stopped in that rain.
"My name is Fu Xuanxin..."
In front of him, Fu Xuanxin was killed by a sword. Ye Xiaohui felt a pain that was about to tear his body to pieces spreading from his heart. The exhausted Ye Xiaohui was pulled by an unknown force, and his body could not stand in a very weird posture. He picked up Fu Xuanxin's sword thirteen and walked towards the June rain in his memory...
