Jia Miao has been unable to sleep.
The person he loved died, but he couldn't tell anyone.
A burst of blood and a wisp of dust. When it comes, he either leads the way or follows silently. When it leaves, he carries the pain and holds his sword alone. What accompanies him is the hideous wound left by the enemy, and the end of being wiped out together with the enemy.
What is left to the living is a dead end.
He had loved Saga, but he didn't know how to say goodbye to him. He thought about the man with the appearance of a dragon and a phoenix, the man who had a 40-to-50 resemblance to the blue-haired boy, a resemblance, but there was not even a trace of the boy in him.
When he thought he was asleep, he was actually still awake. The young man smiled at the moon. What was in the moon?
Why is he sitting alone, why is he sitting so far away.
When the moon rises above the branches, he sets off. He was going to Mobei, a vast expanse of snow-covered Mobei. Only the desolate and solemn whiteness in his eyes could calm the burning pain left in his heart by the miserable blood and dazzling fire.
To the end of the world, when the sun sets, there is him on the road.
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