Purple Palace and Zhulan, a vast mist, amidst the brilliant purples and reds, a boy dressed in white was lying on the wall, lazily looking at the boy wearing a golden crown who was sitting in the courtyard in a daze. After a long silence, he stretched out his hand and asked with a smile if he could go out for a visit.
The journey was bumpy, we watched the flowers blossom and fade together, we shared life and death, but in the end we couldn't withstand the ruthless years and parted ways.
A sword on the Demon-Slaying Pillar wiped out his lifelong skills, but he laughed and said I don't regret it.
A friendship is profound, but a bad relationship is fruitless.
If I could do it again, I would still have no regrets...