I received a commission, which was about rewriting the fate of Lu An, the first swordsman who died due to poisoning.
His white clothes are as white as snow, spotless, and his eyes are lightly covered with white silk. God is jealous of people's appearance, a good child turns out to be blind.
When he tested his spiritual power, he found that he lacked soul and soul. Although his spiritual power was strong, it was unstable and he might die at any time.
I don't know if it was due to professionalism, but I blocked his sword many times to test the poison. I was in danger, and it was my duty to step forward when he was in danger.
I traveled thousands of miles to find medical treatment for him. Washing and cooking for him, dressing up and changing clothes, taking him through the bustling streets, admiring thousands of miles of snowy plum blossoms and thousands of lanterns, just to regain his hope of living.
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