Border.
The wind keeps blowing.
The setting sun went down, and the plateau moon rose up from the dizzy cliffs, shining on Ren Fei's face.
The wind is still blowing, along with the moonlight. Blowing in his face. But he didn't stop. Once he started moving, nothing could stop him.
Ren Fei, a man walking in the wind, a man walking in the wind without stopping, a man flying like the wind. Wherever the wind blows, others will go, and he never knows where the next stop will be. He never thinks about where his next stop will be.
Because he is originally the wind, a person who flies like the wind. As free as the wind, you never have to think about the future.
He knew a long time ago that some people have no future.
The wind from Mobei hit him, and when it fell, it turned into tangible dust on the ground. He slowly turned around and looked at the dust falling around him. Suddenly, a feeling of loneliness came over him. He didn't know why he came back here again, and why he left after he came. Sometimes he also believes that this is something that has its own destiny. If it is destiny, can anyone give him an answer?
No one.
No one ever.