The children of Jianghu are in love and sad.
Don't lose it, don't leave it, it's too wasteful.
The love is deep and the relationship is shallow, but the journey is far away.
Until death, I will mourn and complain.
On Yunding Cliff, under the red birch tree.
The man was sitting leaning against a tree, his black hair untied, his head lowered and covering the curtain, as if he was choking.
"Whether you call me crazy or stupid, it doesn't matter year after year, year after year, I... Just wait for the summer solstice."
There was a bloody storm, and the blood stained the white clothes.
Xia Zhi came with a sword in his hand, his eyes were not soft at all, but only filled with bloodthirsty killing intent.
"You deserve to die! You deserve to die!"
The sound was hoarse and heartbreaking.
When the curtain fell, the man's figure became more and more profound. That shadow always touched Xia Zhi's heart, and it wasn't until he fell helplessly that Xia Zhi came back to his senses.
"Summer Solstice... Summer Solstice..."
The person on the other side of the curtain called softly, but Xia Zhi didn't dare to take a step forward.
"Summer... Summer solstice... Summer solstice..."
It's the end...