"With a sword in hand, he rode astride and swung the ghost rain. Bones were as white as mountains and birds flew away in fright. The world is like a tide and people are like water. Only a few people came back from the rivers and lakes." Tang Xueyuan couldn't help but sigh.
If I had been less persistent, less resentful, and more distracted back then, maybe everything would have been completely different. However, now, there is no room to be sentimental or regretful. While talking and laughing about the great achievements, it is not as good as being drunk for one life, and even after being drunk for three lifetimes, it will not be able to eliminate the sorrow.
Looking back, there seemed to be a stunning young man, holding a red plum fan, wearing a fiery red robe and a plain white coat. He had almond-shaped eyes and red lips, and the curved corners of his mouth were that charming smile. He shook his wrist slightly, closed the folding fan, so cool! He turned around leisurely, and took his thoughts back to the era of war and bloodshed, an era that interrupted and continued his dreams.
"She is really a beauty!" The young man took the folding fan that belonged to him and raised his chin.
Thinking of that time, Tang Xueyuan actually smiled, as if the honey named "Youth" had melted into the water of the years.