In the past ten years, Wu Xie can no longer remember clearly the people he met, the things he walked along, and the things that happened.
There is only one person, no matter when I am awake or in my dreams at midnight, I only remember that person. The mottled blood on the arrogant and upright figure is like fire, and the look back under the long black hair is destined to be entangled for half a lifetime and will never be forgotten.