Under the vast night sky, Chen Xiaocao held hands with his sister and stared at the blazing fire, which was his home.
"Brother, where is your home?"
In the vast forest, the little blind man stood up with his sword drawn, his clothes stained with blood, but his back straightened proudly.
"My world is dark, but I can tell you what light is."
In the majestic palace, the emperor cut off his dragon robe with a sword and angrily scolded all the civil and military officials. As soon as he rode out of the city, hundreds of thousands of his old troops rolled up thousands of miles of smoke behind him.
"Have you ever bought those cheap fireworks? I did, and I was hungry for three days."
On the ancient battlefield where flowers were blooming, the girl sang unknown songs. She picked flowers and put them on her head.
"Remember my name! My name is An Lanruo! When I bring peace to the world, I will take you home."