She is a flower since her youth, she loves flowers, wine and swords.
In the ruined temple, on top of the thatched cottage, she handed the sword to him, "From now on, your name is Jian Yu, and I am your new master."
Swords rained, swords fell like rain, but my sister Hua Chaoxiang said that this name was too outrageous, so she might as well call her "Xiao Jian", which was chivalrous and bookish at the same time.
But she didn't like Xiao Jian, Xiao Jian sounded like a boy from a blacksmith shop.
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If one day, he alone overcomes obstacles, travels through life and death, and comes to her, just to promise this prosperous life and flowers...
How could she not be surprised?
However, after passing through the world, the prince who was always transparent and arrogant at the time of the subjugation of the country later said, "Even if Wushan lasts forever, without the morning clouds and dusk rains, it will be nothing more than a pile of dead stones."
Intent: Soft spot, about growth, love and redemption.
