The snowy city is lonely in the early morning, and the shape is like nothingness. I dream about lighting flowers and candles in the daytime.
Who has been fighting for three years? The proud pines are deep in the mountains.
A mysterious family, an unsolvable mystery, and a precious family history.
A plum blossom veil, a snow-melted sword, and a pair of tough eyebrows.
They met by chance, and love arose. The big three and the small were separated six times, but only reunited five times.
Going up Liangshan, beating war drums, hating the enemy, and feeling miserable.
The flag does not fall, and we go out to fight again, in the snowy plains of Mobei, but we don't look back...
The sword roars and the knife rings deep in love, ten years seems like a dream.
This book is written in the context of Water Margin, not time travel. Please bear with me, the new couple, and I would like to thank you, little lady.