That year, what remains in the eyes of the world is the life-and-death battle on the top of the Forbidden City.
This year, what remains in the eyes of the world is the resurgence of the world.
Some people are still stuck in the quagmire and can't extricate themselves; some people are still stuck in obsession and can't get out. Some people move forward fearlessly in the light of swords and shadows; some people are helpless in the bloody storm.
Why are those eyes absent-minded? Why does that hand draw the sword?
At that moment, why didn't you turn around? Why did that drop of blood drip?
No matter where you are, no matter what your name is, no matter whether you still understand or not, no matter whether you are still the same you, I am still, forever, here.
There is a story that continues.