The moment Xiao Yixuan fell, the breeze swayed and blew a few strands of his ink-colored hair, and his clothes were fluttering. Under the moonlight, he looked as soft as water, and the faint moonlight reflected on him had an indescribable sadness in his eyes. Rumo's pupils are as deep as a pool of spring water, and you can't even see the bottom of it. He has long eyebrows and a faint smile on his lips.
Intention: Persistence, persistence, persistence