The general's fame shattered after a hundred battles. At the river crossing, he looked back toward the distant homeland, where old friends were gone for good. The Yi River sighed in the cold west wind, while the hall was filled with snow-white robes.
The brave man's song of sorrow had not yet ended. Even the birds know such grief; I fear that, rather than weeping clear tears, they cry blood. Who will drink with me beneath the bright moon?
I grieve for the friends I once had, so scattered now. How many are left? My white hair hangs down three thousand feet. I laugh at all the world's troubles. What could possibly make the Duke of Huan rejoice?
The green hills seem so charming to me; surely they see me the same way. Our feelings and our faces are much alike. In the eastern window, I raise a cup and scratch my head.
Thanks to Yaxuan for sponsoring the cover. I love this style. It's even better than anything I could have imagined.
Finally saw the famous Black Panther man
The prelude to the climax is finally going to have big ups and downs
Couldn't be better. Admire the author's writing style.
Come on, let's have some passion.
Jingxia Suzhang's ex-girlfriend
Her mother is actually Shujun. . . . I mentioned it at the beginning.
I still think it would be better if that kind of rationality applies to Zhang. . . . . Seeing this, I really want to scream~Give me a role other than rationality
After all, Zihuan is a girl who grew up in the United States~ It's a little strange to treat love like this.
Siblings. They must be siblings.
Happiness. . . In that era, what was the meaning of happiness?