Picking weeds, picking weeds, the weeds are soft and soft. When I say return, I say return, and my heart also stops worrying.
Bai Caiwei had a long dream. In the dream, she had the light of swords and shadows and a free and unrestrained life that she once longed for. There is youthful passion, but also chivalrous tenderness. The most important thing is... There is her master in the dream.
When I was young, I dreamed of traveling across the world and traveling across the world with a sword.
I wonder who will still be able to live up to his original aspirations after more than ten years have passed?