Du Wuyun quietly looked at the faintly swaying reflection in the water, the confusion gradually disappearing from his eyes.
Once, he was full of ambitions, thinking that he could create hope and protect the world, but in the end, he took a wrong step and used the wrong means, and one wrong step and another wrong step led to tragedy. He was trapped, and all his hope and faith eventually disappeared without a trace, just like the moon in the flower in the mirror. Now, he has the opportunity to start over and undo all the tragedies and regrets that have not yet happened. Why should he hesitate and look around?
The wind gradually picked up, and all the waverings turned into unswerving determination.
Du Wuyun slowly pulled out the three-foot green peak behind him, raised his sword, and saw the entire lake suddenly rippled. The sword in the wind was as powerful as a prairie fire, carrying turbulent water splashes. Finally, it broke through the shackles and turned into a drizzle, falling hazily.
In this life, let him use his heart and blood to clear away the past and set sail again for the adverse sea!
"A sword sets a prairie fire..."
The low murmur was of admiration and obsession. Looking at the energetic figure in the continuous rain, Ben Xijun felt that he was sinking deeper into the swamp, but he was sinking in it willingly and happily.
"Benkai-kun..."
Du Wuyun made up her mind and turned around.
When the hesitation is gone and the original intention is found, the barriers that previously shrouded the eyes also dissipate like mist. Everything is clear and beautiful as never before.
Looking at Ben Xijun's handsome yet slightly youthful face, Du Wuyun smiled faintly. In this smile, something was relieved, and something started again.