Three years ago, he was still a teenager.
He held a sharp sword and said, "Xiang Sheng, I will definitely use this sword to protect your peace for the rest of your life."
That year, the flowers were in full bloom, as if they had bloomed all the spring in my life.
Three years later, he still holds that long sword. The moon is like a hook, reflecting on the cold sword and illuminating his handsome face.
He said: "A gentleman will die of his confidant and leave Yanjing with his sword."
"You are the only confidant in my life."
"I was born for you, and I will die for you."
He said word by word, just like three years ago, he stood under the magnolia tree and made a promise with me.
It's just that they are no longer the teenagers they are in each other's eyes. In my heart, there is a gentle breeze and a bright moon.
Under the pale moonlight, it was impossible to tell where the blood was and where the bright red peony petals were.