"Xi Yan is a flower with a bad life, but why does she have to worry so much about you?"
Fallen heroes are flying
Like countless elves wearing coir raincoats flying all over the sky, dancing gracefully and performing the eternal dance
The last trace of afterglow shines on the calm lake, like countless koi carp, disappearing suddenly, blooming with brilliant flowers.
The figure that I want to see again in my dreams countless times
At this time, he was sitting quietly on a huge exposed white stone by the lake.
The wind passing over the lake stirs up the snow-white gauze, like a white butterfly longing for freedom, yearning for the place where the wind wants to go.
"Don't go..."