This is a long, long story that requires you to lean in and listen.
Going against the flow of time and space, an almost impossible encounter is the beginning of the story. There is no affectionate interpretation of a glance for ten thousand years, but a calm portrayal of a moment of surprise, but it freezes the eternal fate.
It was midsummer dawn when they met again. Walking through the cold morning dew and accompanied by the blooming iris, he stood in the valley and stared at this indifferent but powerful man. One is as tender as water, the other is as cold as frost, and they have been together like a shadow since then.
At dusk in autumn, the spear pierced his heart, which is the end of the story.
However, this is just one of the stories, there are many, many more stories waiting for you. If you are willing to listen, please listen with your heart.
The tender man is now called An Leyu, and the cold man no longer has a name. How we will collide or pass each other when we meet again is irrelevant. Because there is another story waiting for you.