The ever-sharp phoenix eyes and the raised corners of the lips will be fixed on someone.
For whom did the knee-length hair spread out, and for whom did it nestle in whose arms?
There is room for affection between children on the battlefield, but home is our only gentle home.
What kind of brilliance will burst out when the black jersey and the dark red jersey are intertwined?
Who and whom went up to the mountains at the end of their hearts to make an oath that they would never be separated?
Who is in control of everything?
But our destiny is not yet in the hands of a third person.
"Ruan Lang, are you willing to be buried here with me?"
"Why not?"