Memories that had been stranded for many years reappeared in Shi Xuan's mind bit by bit along with his graying hair.
A thatched house, a cluster of willows, a stone table, and a stream of water. Shi Xuan danced with the folding moon and willow catkins, sheathed his sword, and suddenly realized the past and present. There was a time when he regarded a world that did not belong to him as his only world, cherished it with all his heart, and used all of himself to save it. When he turned back, he was still alone.
A trace of white hair fell gently, and the moment it touched the ground, a very light collision caused the dream of many years ago to be shattered. The memories of so many years also become pale and old in an instant.
Behind——
Catkins rising to the sky
Intention: