The desert is solitary and the smoke is straight, the sun is setting over the long river.
She whips up the wolf in the vast desert, with purple silk lining the yellow sand.
Traveling outside the green mountains, boating in front of the green water.
He was painting by the lake, his features were like jade, like an immortal.
Just because she defeated him in chess, she had no choice but to respect him as her teacher and guard him for thousands of miles.
He teased him repeatedly, making her want to kill him, but she could only swallow her anger.
She thought time was peaceful and peaceful, but unexpectedly she misunderstood rebirth. She waved her sleeves and walked away in grief and anger...