The morning is ruthless and the evening is affectionate
"Ah Huan, I hope you are fine." Xuandu put his hands together and left a red ribbon under the albizia tree where they met, which took away Xuandu's heart.
"For once, will you look back, will you choose me, I want you to tell me, Ah Huan." Jie Yuan tightly held the hosta given to him by Qingtang. In his sleep, Jie Yuan frowned and muttered.
"Where I come from, and where I am going, I am just myself." Qingtang wore a golden armor, a bright red cloak, a golden crown on his head, and golden boots embroidered with pink albizia flower patterns. He held a long spear in his hand, and the red tassel of the spear danced in the wind. These were the last words of Qingtang when he fell.
Intention: I like to watch it more, so give it a try.