He had probably seen Qingfeng Wu.
It seems like listening to the soft sound of the pearl under the bright moonlight, or watching the bluebird sleeping in the mist in the early morning. Maybe there are stars twinkling, rivers rolling thousands of miles, the wind blowing, rolling up the plum branches, covering the sky with flowing red, like morning glow and colorful clouds.
Or, on that moonless night, when blood flowed like a river, the man walked over covered in blood, holding a lamp and flashing a sword, with all the indifference in his eyes. The wind blew up, blowing his black hair, and he held up his long-lasting regret, penetrating his heart.
"If there is an afterlife, I am willing to bear all the hardships and be unkind, and promise that you and I will never meet again."
He said, the pain was piercing to the bones and the sadness was desolate.
Nature plays tricks on people, and it's full of absurdity.
"I love you just because that year the candles were bright, the bells were ringing, and the stars were bright."
Who knows that you have no self in your heart, and your jade pendant only pays homage to ruthlessness.
I was unkind in my previous life and deeply attacked by my love in the next x I am not good at words and am trying to save the world. I am ascetic. The second year of my master and apprentice.
Thank you for your love, but I am not very happy.
Thank you! ! Thank you everyone for reading my humble work! !
