The lonely thing is still the phoenix tree, which locks the autumn, but cannot lock a drop of desolate tears.
The oak tree stood in front of the stone monument, without tears or smiles. It just stood there quietly, breathing terribly lightly. I think that person had slept here for too long and had forgotten his old friend.
Ten years is too long for anyone, but for Hua Yue, it is just a short moment. Without that person, life, even old age, death, wealth and splendor, poverty and misery, is meaningless. Only the first encounter at the age of 15 is left.
At that time, everyone in the world knew that the lord of Tianji City, Wen Qin, was unparalleled in beauty and martial arts. They also all knew that the love of such a perfect person's life was actually a boyish man! The love between the two men should have become the laughing stock of the world after dinner, but no one expressed contempt. It was not that they didn't want to, but that they didn't dare.
In fact, Wen Qin's beauty and grace are just legends. Because there are very few people who have seen him, and among these few people, a few have blinded themselves, so no one knows whether this is a person or a legend.
Tianji City has always been a place between good and evil. There are five sects in the city, namely Xian, Xia, Li, Mi, and Wen. Each of the five sects has 32 branches in the Jianghu, which are both gangs and merchants. The annual tribute from various places is astonishing every year, and the person in charge of all this is actually Duanxiu!