"A Chunyang Palace disciple, Shen Jianxin, punches Lu Weilou, kicks the Asassins, sees through the palace conspiracy, and dominates the martial world north and south... snore..."
"What kind of nonsense are you dreaming about?" Ye Ying lowered the book in his hand and brushed a red plum blossom from Shen Jianxin's hair.
Those were the good old days. A young man leaned against the railing as petals drifted all around.
Theme: Live in the moment, and keep walking and singing.
