In the winter of the first year of Qingfeng, sixteen-year-old Lu Buwen received a broken sword and a mirror inexplicably, and began the long journey of recognizing his ancestors and returning to his clan.
"Hey, boy, do I look good in this outfit?"
"You're so good-looking. Who doesn't know that your young prince Xie is the most handsome man in the world?" Lu Buwen rolled his eyes silently.
"Silly boy."
It's rare to have one person in life, it's enough to just spend our lives together.
The surroundings are ups and downs, the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains
Intention: growth
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Life, old age, illness and death, I really hope these lovely people don't have to face it
Life, old age, illness and death, I really hope these lovely people don't have to face it