“Master said, ‘Chivalry comes from the heart. It has nothing to do with whether you are a man or a woman. With a sword in hand, you should stand between heaven and earth.’”
That’s right. So all the wandering of this life has found its justification, and the disputes of tears and blood seem insignificant.
“The world loves to fight over things. Fame and fortune always conceal decay, and the endings are mostly wretched. From the day I was born, this ability was taken from me. Everything that followed, all those schemes and changes, were no more than a strange and fantastical dream.”
Though she did not compete for anything, the clamor of the world still rose around her.
She loved him with all her heart, earnestly and tirelessly.
He always stood ramrod straight, his handsome face perpetually indifferent. Yet when she looked at him, she felt that mountains, rivers, and streams had all made their home in his eyes.
This story is abandoned.
But I came up with so much of the plot, and there are so many characters that I’m nearly dizzy from trying to keep track of them all. Perhaps I’ll start over someday if I get the chance, because these two still move me deeply.
(P.S. My obsessive-compulsive self marked this as complete. Please don’t roast me, everyone. [Hides face])
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I always like this book, Bai Yueguang Wentian, I will definitely fill in the gaps in the future!
I'll save this for later updates. Because I can't switch between ancient words and modern words, I'm very confused. So I will try my best to update my words now, thank you for your support^_^