Wedge
The universe is chaotic and desolate, and the swords of Jianghu cannot clear away the entanglements of the soul.
Her words were cold, as if they were the only echo in this desolate and indifferent world.
The cold dew chilled the corners of his brows, and the passing hunting wind was long and crazy.
Always hoping that in old age this generation will fade away without a trace.
That is the sinking sand of time,
But it has nothing to do with years.