Short story
When Bo Xi'an met Pei Che for the first time, he was massacred by the rebels. He was riding a pure black horse, wearing black clothes and silver armor. His body seemed to be lost in the setting sun.
His eyes followed the cold shadow of the green shadow, and he was stunned for a moment, forgetting where he was in the depths.
Pei Che thought: Could this man be a fool? With such dementia, even ten lives may not be enough.
This fool's appearance is very good, not very beautiful, but he has a temperament and artistic conception that is as gentle as a clear spring, and his smile is like a breeze blowing on his face.
I really hope the years go by peacefully, just like when we first met