He picked up the injured girl and left slowly, her white clothes stained with blood, he didn't belong here. On the Sihuang Peak, he personally destroyed half of the girl's cultivation, and they never met again. After all, I still can't let go of the entanglements of the past and the fallen leaves of the maple forest. One thought of hatred, one fall of resentment, that year the drizzle was gentle and the flowers were blooming just right.