A Sequel to Cold River: Towering Pavilions in Flying Snow

Damn, this poison... □□ Usually they are matchmakers

After reading it, I can't even express it in words at the end.

There are some things you don't need to say because I know you will understand them. Some people don't have to wait because they know he won't come back. Gu Xichao, who was so proud, left his presence in that person's life in the most brutal way. From acquaintance, betrayal, meeting again, until death, Qi Shaoshang will indeed never forget him in his life.

I also know that it is very difficult for Qi Gu or Gu Qi to be happy. Xiao Gu might as well be dead, but he used boiling oil beforehand... Wow, I cried~~

I probably watched it a few months ago. Why haven't I written a review until now? Because after reading it, my heart is completely empty... I always thought this was HE, but HE still made me cry. (Humbling, my judgment on HE or BE depends entirely on feeling.) The heavy building is covered with snow. Everyone's ending is considered good. No matter what they lost, at least they protected what they wanted to protect. But Xiao Gu, why do you want to die? (Crying in the corner...} Looking at their joys and sorrows in the past, sometimes it feels like they are also living characters existing in this world, with their own joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows. When a person leaves, there is no hope of seeing him again. That feeling is very sad...

Is the last person Yuanxian?

Hello, I would like to write a sequel. Is it okay? I will indicate that it has nothing to do with you. I just like Liao Jihuai's works. Writing style. . . This is my first time, and I can't even write about martial arts. I just want to express the feelings in my heart.

He just persisted. Stick to what you think is the right way and stick to it. Just like the internal skills he practices: consistently

Actually, I have always wanted to ask you, sir, do you define this article as Danmei or non-Danmei?

At this time, it was the last years of the Northern Song Dynasty, and the situation was turbulent. They are also very busy people, and they have never had a day together since then. While running around in the rivers and lakes, on which day and year, I suddenly thought of the scene of snow falling on the heavy building that night, and I still couldn't help but have a lot of thoughts. For a while, all kinds of feelings came to my mind. Suddenly very sad. . . Life is damn lonely as snow. . . .