The green water is worry-free, but its face is wrinkled by the wind.
The green hills were never old, but were white-headed by snow.
If Yang Liu had not saved the injured Hun Xiehuai when he was ten years old, his future might have been like that of an ordinary person, marrying a wife, having children, and working on a farm, without so many ups and downs and so many unexpected surprises.
If Hunxiehuai had not met the boy with whom he would be entangled for the rest of his life when he was twelve years old, his future would have been to reach the pinnacle of power and become the most noble "Son of the Sun" of the Hunxie clan.
But there are no what-ifs in the world, and they did not regret this encounter.
He is the green mountains, he is the green water, he wants to accompany him to see the sun halo Qilian, the snow-covered Tianshan Mountains.