Jiang Jilin was dressed in white silk clothes and danced alone with his sword in the moonlight, as graceful as a dragon.
When Ning Changqing first met Jiang Jilin, his white clothes were stained with blood, mixed with the fishy mud of the rainy night, like a phoenix falling into dust, but his eyes were like lightning in the abyss, making those who looked at him tremble with fear. He teased and teased Ning Changqing's chin, which was not smooth, and the calloused hands that had been holding the sword all year round: "Young man, have you ever tried what it's like to be a man?"
Ning Changqing lowered his head and silently changed the medicine on his body. Then, he pinched his waist hard and ran away, leaving Jiang Jilin, who was stunned, laughing alone.
When Jiang Jilin left, he glanced back at the thin young man, half-smiling but not smiling: "Young man, maybe I will come back."
Ning Changqing waited for one year, two years, three years...
When he finally left the valley to look for Jiang Jilin, he saw that handsome young man in white clothes, with a warm and fragrant soft jade in his arms, accompanied by fine wine and beautiful women.
"Where does this young man come from? He is so handsome." Jiang Jilin raised his hand and smiled almost charmingly, but there was only a pool of ice in Zui's eyes.
Concept: Love is both armor and weakness