Look at the rolling waves of the Forgotten River under the bridge, while the wind is rustling on the bridge, the red flowers are still blooming on the other side, and the passers-by are almost not making any noise. The world is surrounded by all kinds of true feelings, and the dangers of death are all disturbed. There will always be a thousand romances and all kinds of suaveness, but where is the lover now?
(A collection of short stories from the Three Realms, mainly the underworld, slightly sadistic)