On an early summer night, the gentle breeze blew the broken hair on the young man's forehead. Sitting quietly on the balcony, looking up at the stars. The slightly frowned eyebrows revealed the slight sadness in the young man's heart.
"Axiang, have you returned to Jiangdong safely? Is the moonlight there the same as what I saw in the Eastern Han Dynasty?" Xiu thought stupidly. His right hand unconsciously touched the wrist of his left hand. There used to be a cool metal here, and there used to be a bracelet with an ancient pattern. But, now... It has long been replaced by siman. Xiu couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. Why did he still do this action unconsciously after so long?
The longing in my heart turned out to have already existed. But, for whom does it exist?