White Hair

Jiang Jilin was dressed in white silk clothes and danced alone with his sword in the moonlight, as graceful as a dragon. When Ning Changqing first met Jiang Jilin, his white clothes were stained with blood, mixed with the fishy mud of the rainy night, like a phoenix falling into dust, but his eyes were like lightning in the abyss, making those who looked at him tremble with fear. He teased and picked up Ning Changqing's chin, which was not smooth. The hands that held the sword all year round were calloused and rough: "Young man, have you ever tried what it's like to be a man?" Ning Changqing lowered his head and silently changed the medicine on him. Then, he twisted his waist hard and ran away, leaving Jiang Jilin, who was stunned, laughing alone. When Jiang Jilin left, he glanced back at the thin young man and said with a half-smile, "Young man, maybe I will come back." Ning Changqing waited for one year, two years, three years... When he finally left the valley to look for Jiang Jilin, he saw the handsome young man in white clothes, with the warm fragrance of soft jade in his arms, and the companionship of beautiful wines. "Where does this young man come from? He is so handsome." Jiang Jilin raised his hand and smiled almost charmingly, but there was only a pool of ice in Zui's eyes. Ning Changqing stopped his hand and pulled him out of the gentle village. The sneer on his lowered head woke up Jiang Jilin from most of his drunken state: "Master Jiang, have you ever tasted the feeling of being suppressed by a junior?" Intention: