That year, outside the palace wall, the wind was roaring, and the night was like water. His handrails were independent on the tower, and his posture was valiant. The breeze caressed his waterfall-like black hair, swaying in the air, and he ruled the world as if it were yesterday. I raised my head and asked him against the light, "The motherland is dead, and your fame has been lost for generations. Why are you alone?" You didn't say anything. He just looked back at me. That glance made me feel like I was waking up from a dream and my heart palpitated... Later, the city wall was broken, corpses were everywhere, and there was a sea of smoke and fire. But I never recognized him again. After a hundred years of separation in a high building, the appearance of a generation was wiped out for you. Turning around, a wisp of cold fragrance was far away. The passing snow was deep and the pear blossoms were falling, and the smile was shallow. Would you like to save me in the next life?
Purpose: People say that gentle ladies are good at being naughty, but she doesn't believe it. She wants to try whether there really is a man in this world who only cares about talent and virtue!