The last frame of his memory was that he stayed up late in the library looking up information about water conservancy projects during the Three Kingdoms period to prepare for his graduation thesis. His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he fell asleep on the table filled with ancient books... Lin Mo followed Liu Bei and slowly walked down the mountain. The morning sun shines on them through the leaves, as if giving a layer of shimmer to this troubled morning.
He didn't know whether it was right or wrong to follow Liu Bei, but he knew that he could no longer run around like a headless fly.
At least, there is now a direction.
Even if the front is still full of swords and shadows, there is still blood and rain.
