The young man knelt on the bloody battlefield; he was handsome, with long black hair hanging down by his ears.
The beautiful and slender fingers touched Qiu Yu's blood-stained body, forming an extremely sharp contrast. He reached for his nose, and his weak breath lingered on his fingertips.
He breathed a sigh of relief, lifted one of Qiu Yu's arms, and pulled him up forcefully. Qiu Yu's head rested on his shoulders in a daze, and the injuries everywhere on his body made Qiu Yu extremely painful when he moved. He shook dishonestly, blood and mud all over the man's body, and his white clothes became very messy.
It's raining, and the rain seems to be washing away the traces of war. They were soaked in the rain, and one of them dragged the other with great effort, and walked forward in embarrassment. The road was too long, and it seemed that there was no end. Blood was flowing down Qiu Yu's body, and her wet hair was stuck to her face;
Late spring made people feel so cold. He hated war and rainy days, but in the end he discovered that everything was planned and destiny could not be violated.
Intention: Even if you now have what you longed for most in the past, the happy emotions you used to have are no longer there.