——In one hundred years of life, traveling across the mortal world depends on one's ability.
——A jar of wine, a game of chess... Isn't it a lifetime...
That was how many years later, under the bright moon, he looked at her quietly and said this.
The strong liquor enters the throat and is spicy.
She returned to ancient times in the twisted and crazy world. When she looked up, she saw the bright moon still hanging in the sky. It was midnight, and all the lights in the houses had gone to sleep peacefully.
However, the moonlight was as cold as heavy snow... It froze her.