The wind came leisurely, carrying the fragrance of flowers for ten miles, and driving the wind and snow all over the sky, setting off waves in this city, trying desperately to seal up the remaining scenery.
In a moment, the sword struck like a sudden rain. He tried his best and had nowhere to hide. What he could see was a field of charming hibiscus flowers in the distance. The flowers were as colorful as blood, and they seemed to be imprinted in his heart under the setting sun. He could only smile bitterly, thinking long, thinking long, I am lucky to gain, but I will lose my life...
If you forget someone, your heart will die. If your heart is dead, can you still live?
"When I saw him many years later, he seemed to have changed a lot. His calm and airy temperament made people unable to take their eyes away. That's when I thought that maybe it was the changes in the world that would smooth away his arrogance of looking down on the world... Compared with him, I have done a lot of bad things in the past few years. I am not afraid that he will hate me. I am just a little uneasy. I wonder if he will remember me if I take off this mask today..."
"The first time I saw your eyes, I knew that we were destined to be entangled in this life. I have never forgotten you. Now I have given up everything, my country, my rights. Now I seem to have nothing, but in fact I have everything. The only thing I am afraid of is that you still remember what happened back then and hate me. I am afraid that you and those wild men will run away and never see me again..."
There is always someone who will fight alone for you, even if they use up the last drop of blood, they will still block the lion for you.
Don't think too long, don't forget, and don't think too much. Can you do it?
The woman smiled bitterly and said: "Don't try to forget a person, get used to not having him, don't force yourself, force that person to die in the end..."