The blue haze in the desert lingers with the yellow sand in the wind for a long time, and the white figure complements the red glow of the setting sun. Who is singing the oath of reincarnation in the sky over the desert? Who is holding whose hand in the messy wind?
Sing for love, let the song travel through the vast sea of time, accompanied by the promise of thousands of years, imprint the past of Sui Feng in my bones, making it hurt every time I miss you.
In the age of war, the bright moon witnesses how the ancient and modern people fight in love and stay together in the turmoil.
The thousand-year-old ancient battlefield has long lost its bloody violence. What echoes are only the vicissitudes of the sea and the myth of love carved on the stone wall...
I look forward to thousands of years
Waiting for a bright moon
Love the smoke of gunpowder with you
A taste of the overwhelming beauty
P. S. This is my first Lily novel. It is a short story, both in terms of writing style and conception. Please forgive me~ORZ
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I've fallen into a trap. Wow, wow, madam, hurry up and update. Wow, I thought this was a documentary. Madam, are you okay in Gotham? Wow.