#Xiangyu×yuji#
Gaixia, Wujiang River.
Hero, beauty.
She looked at the moonlight in the distance and sighed that life and death were bound to be together.
He picked up the Chu sword and played an eternal tragic song.
I suddenly had a random thought, and I would like to write this article to pay tribute to an old friend who has been with me for thousands of years.
Conception: