Wu Jue looked at Lian Ju, his eyes still reflected the appearance of the woman with black hair and white clothes. He sighed softly: I am old, but you are still the same as you were fifty years ago.
"Has it been fifty years?" Lian Ju looked at the blurry city in the distance, and the scenes from that year came to mind one by one.
Who smiled at her in the light and shadow, who made an oath to her on the tower, pointed his sword to the sky, and declared that this was his world...
In a blink of an eye, it has been so long.
"I have always thought before that I want to find him and make up for him what I have achieved and what I have not achieved... But now I suddenly feel that maybe what he wants is to be like this now, maybe he already feels happy... This life is too long..."