The wind was very strong that day, and Li Yuan saw her hair flying in the air.
"General, take care of me." Her voice came, as soft as snow.
Li Yuan replied softly: "Thank you, Miss Shen takes it very seriously."
Turn around, mount your horse, and leave.
There is no pause or nostalgia.
The wind hurt my face. The scene of parting is never pretty, and the bare trees along the way are desolate.
Li Yuan turned around and saw the conspicuous white on the city tower, which looked so thin on the blue-gray city wall.
What did it look like? She thought of the paper kites in spring, but it was a pity that it was winter now.
She is thin and frail, don't let me catch a cold because of her. Li Yuan thought to herself.
So what about the female general who has been on the battlefield for many years? Li Yuan also has her own uneasiness and powerlessness, softness and sadness, but all of them are out of place. She tries hard to make herself look more free and easy. Until she met Shen Fan, who was destined to become the Crown Princess, Li Yuan could hear a voice and a sigh. This was her doom.
But even if there is no recovery, I just want to live up to your efforts.
I never wanted to be a hero. All my childhood dreams were filled with white pear blossoms and dazzling sunshine. If I could choose, I hope that one day I could hide in a safe enough embrace. But what I met was you. If my not looking back can bring you stability, then I am willing to stand as a stone monument for you.