There is a sad sound in the world called Jingzhu, there is a warrior in the world called Jing Ke, there is a kind of life and death in the world called Jing Ke, there is a period of history in the world called the Biographies of Assassins.
I vaguely remember the slight coldness of the Yi River, the sound of building construction, and the cold snow falling in Yan State mixed with the cold air, freezing the heroic feelings of dying and the sadness of parting.
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