Fifteen hundred years ago, the King of War was looking for the person carrying the jade; a thousand years ago, the miracle doctor met the King of War because of an ancient jade. A touch of poison, a light kung fu; a sword, peerless martial arts. We met during the Anti-Japanese War,
To find a way to return. He doesn't know why his heart is in chaos, but he knows exactly who his heart is moved by. After meeting him, is there still any obsession in his heart? Do you want to go back? A tomb, a sword, a name, he and him, is it God's trouble, or is one person finally leaving. It's the broken mirror that reunites, and it's the same thing that will never meet again. He thinks of him, but he should be no longer there; he thinks of him, but he does not exist yet.
Even a tree can witness your existence, but I can only look for your breath in the air. (The author has not thought whether it is HE or BE...)