The back figure leaving under the dim sunset that year of looking for the sun, the hand holding the sword. Xiaoyi was by his side.
I never saw Yangjiu and Ayin again.
In the middle of the night when I still couldn't sleep this summer, Rong Qing said to me, Jin Que is over.
But why do I seem to smell something that I haven't heard of for a long time?
The next morning, I saw the woman Jin Liang was holding, and I could clearly see the bright and androgynous makeup on her face.
Her hair is the color of autumn rice, and her eyes are almost transparent.
I still had a bit of luck, but the woman took off her rouge and gouache.
She smiled at me and said, "Good morning, Uncle Jin."