I still remember the cold autumn of that year, when the red maples were fierce, just like the red feathers on his helmet. The unique royal color reflected the arrogance of this man.
Yu Yi put his cold fingertips gently on the already cold blue bricks. Under his city, there was a stream of soldiers, stretching for ten miles. And his wings, at the forefront of the army, were almost submerged by light clouds. Only a red shadow on the armor danced in his eyes like a cluster of flames. Perhaps it represented the hope of survival, perhaps it heralded the final farewell, perhaps it quietly witnessed the only agreement made last night.
He did not shed tears, but he still felt a chill in his eyes. He pursed his lips tightly, maintaining the calmness that a king of a country should have.
Frost fell on the city wall, and the pale layer stained the fingers, and then quickly slipped away with the remaining warmth. He remained unmoved and tried his best to look far away, but could no longer find his Ye Xi.
The army has already moved out, and even the flags of the last group of soldiers are about to disappear into the sky.
But he is still standing...
Still standing…
He thought, night after night, night after night.
Much like his wish, the two of them held each other's clothes and cuddled up from the evening until the sun set the next day, and the days could go back and forth like this.