Light... Or darkness. In the final analysis, he didn't care about these. In the first thirty years of his life, he had also considered that he might one day die under the enemy's sword. The cold light under the sword was not a pity, but what he really cared about was whether a certain person would always walk in front of him, bring him flames, bring him heat, and light up the dark road ahead.
XSonly middle-aged
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