"Your sword is cold, but your heart is hot. His hands are hot, but his heart is cold."
He said with a smile, his eyes calm and his tone calm and gentle, as if he was talking about someone who had nothing to do with him.
Ximen Chuixue stood beside him, holding a sword in his hand.
"Yeah."
I am willing to wash away the dust on your sword and collect the scars between your eyebrows,
I would like to play the sheng and dance the sword for you, and brush away the fallen plum blossoms from your shoulders.
I would like to see all the prosperity and vicissitudes of the world for you,
From now on there will be no sadness, no joy, no anger and no anger.
I would like to wipe away the complexity on your body and describe your starry eyes and sharp eyebrows,
I would like to make tea and wine for you, and fold the green plum trees on the eaves for you.
I would like to see all the ups and downs of the world for you
From now on, forget the past and never look back.