He was one year old that year, he was twelve years old, and his face was covered in cakes at the Chou Zhou Banquet...
That year he was three years old and he was fourteen years old. He was ordered to go to war. He cried so hard that he "swore to follow us to the death"...
He was five years old that year and he was sixteen years old. He worshiped him as his teacher and lived with him as he wished...
He was ten years old that year, and he was twenty-one years old. He raised his sword childishly to show his feelings to him, and his smile was as bright as a flower...
He was thirteen years old that year and he was twenty-four years old. He ran away in anger, only to meet again two years later...
He was fifteen years old that year, and he was twenty-six years old. There was hatred for one family and one country.
"Huo Yihan, let me count to three. If you insist on staying by her side, then we will end our friendship!" The handsome young man in plain clothes could not hide the sadness in his eyes. He looked at the man ten steps away, slowly turned his back, and took three trembling steps, each step extremely slow.
"One... Two... Three..." After three steps, he stopped, but what was waiting for him was the sound of the person leaving behind him.
"Poof" a mouthful of blood stained the white clothes with dazzling red plums, and the overwhelmed young man fell to the ground...