The moment Ma Xiangyun was pushed off the cliff, the moment the icy cold lake water invaded his spinal cord.
Mafuya woke up from the innocent romance in her mind.
The afterimages in my mind are pieced together: mountains and rivers broken, wind and rain drifting away.
He cremated his father with his own hands, and there was no news from his mother and brother.
However, the sister whom I have a close friendship with hides a knife behind her smile, pushing herself step by step into eternal doom.
His uncle, who thought he was devoted to the country, deprived himself of his great position and joined forces with outsiders to open the door of the Chu Kingdom.
She prayed to God in the icy cold water of the lake, and God gave her a chance to start over.