He is a hero who has his own heart, but he can't keep the person he wants to keep the most.
Time flies by, and the brocade book is already covered with thick dust. However, the thin glass of wine beside him becomes more and more mellow inadvertently.
But, when will he come first in her heart, instead of being a stranger with only one name who can be discarded at any time?
Who can spend the golden years? Don't ask where love is going. I just cast my shadow towards the setting sun, trying to keep the wind.