He and they once carried their own hatred of love and stumbled around.
Many years later, they walked away one by one, leaving him alone, still standing in the same place. Many years later, he began to like sitting alone on the high city wall of Lanze, looking coldly at the people walking through the city, as small as ants. At this time, a gentle voice would always ring in his ears.
"In this war and chaos, we are as small as mustard seeds, but we are reluctant to be abandoned by the wheel of life, so we rebelled against everything and ended up bruised and bruised today." At that time, there was a faint smile in her eyes, "Su Bracelet, in this life, you and I will no longer have any bonds."
That voice was always quickly blown away by the wind on the city wall before he could discern it carefully, just like his decades of time had been trampled away by deep hatred.
"Lan Zeyue, the third watch of the dream is Lou Ruojue. Lou Ruojue, the jackdaw is sad, the green silk Wanxue..."
He hummed the old words she had done, his eyes empty.