If only we could meet as we did at the beginning, why must the autumn wind grieve over a painted fan? In a turbulent age, they met and came to know each other in haste, thinking they could join hands and rule the world. But amid this mortal realm, there are too many things that can make people lose themselves. Flowers are not flowers, mist is not mist. They come at midnight and leave at daybreak. When their roles change and all that was beautiful shatters like a reflection of flowers in water and the moon in a mirror, who will still remain by her side? Across the four seas and throughout the martial world, across the realm and its lands: when everything has finally settled, how many will still remember those beautiful memories from the years of Jin?
Girl, I have to say, the article is really too short, I don't even know what to read. . . So, girls, it's better to write more first. Then, it was too crowded. It's just that the girls have long sections piled up together, which makes reading the text quite tiring. And then, okay, the article is still too short, I don't know what kind of story it is. [Basically read the title of the article and go directly to the first chapter in the end of the world, ignoring the copy. . . Reading habits of BT readers. . .
Hope to work hard...