Why not live wildly and without restraint? By the shore of West Lake, the moon glimmers dimly. The moon glimmers dimly; a newly brewed pot of wine burns its way through your bones and guts. But how can one escape the cold wind, dew, and frost? An old friend dances with a broken red-tasseled spear; a gentleman is like the wind, yet resents life's fickleness. Resents life's fickleness; this fleeting life is prone to mistakes, and foolish obsession becomes a wound.
A Sword Net 3 fanfic.
Strategist and Hidden Sword pairing.
A little short story, so just enjoy it.
Theme:
How did you survive? (?Д`)