In the seventh year of Guanghe, the sky was filled with yellow sand. Liu Yan was limping toward the north, leaning on a wooden stick. He was over eight feet tall, but his face was sallow and skinny from hunger. Three days ago, he swore to girlfriend No. 38 That I would put out the light when it went out. As a result, the light went out, and when he opened his eyes, it was the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty. The soles of my feet hurt from the wear of my straw sandals.
