He smiled, his eyes bright and unforgettable: "Do you understand, God told you to meet my mother and make you fall in love with her, but he didn't teach her to love you. This was originally planned."
He also put away his sword and stood in the depths of the flowers, like a lonely pine and tall bamboo. Occasionally, a petal of a flower fell in the wind, trembling and clinging to his frost-white temple hair. The melting spring light softened his sword, which was as cold as frost and snow.
The spring scenery is tranquil and beautiful, and the still water flows deeply.
Twenty years ago, he was a young and promising swordsman with a famous sword on his back; and he was just a baby in his swaddling clothes with weak breathing and might die at any time;
Twenty years later, he was in his prime and became famous as the most beautiful woman in the world;
And he is still a wandering swordsman in the world, but his temples are already gray.
The cold swordsman is attacked by X's most beautiful woman.
At the end of the year, cultivation, farming, after the wind and rain, the mountains are beautiful.
Not the first person to cry