When the pear blossoms fall, it's the day to return to your hometown.
In the final analysis, everything is his own fault.
The flowers are floating and the water is flowing, and this place is quiet and peaceful.
The hand rises and the sword falls.
Blood fell to the ground along the sword's edge, dyeing the white pear petals red.
"Hua Ling will always be Hua Ling, a Hua Ling that cannot be changed or destroyed."
"Killing people like hemp, is it still you?"
The young man was dressed in red and had a smile on his face.
"He doesn't like to smile, but he opened his heart to him alone."
"He watches the fire from the other side and never gets himself burned."