When Wei Yun'an first set foot in an extremely cold place, he was only thirteen years old. He picked up a weapon taller than himself and charged forward to kill the prairie wolf.
At that time, he only had one idea, and that was to win. He needed this victory to leave someone behind.
That man was as elegant as the moon, astonishingly talented, and was a figure respected by the world.
At the age of twenty-three, Wei Yun'an once again stood in an extremely cold place. Ten years seemed like a lifetime ago.
He held a sharp sword and pointed it directly at the head of the enemy general.
Standing on top of the mess of corpses everywhere, he no longer expected to win, because that person would no longer look back at him because of victory.
After ten years of ups and downs, he was still unable to hold the moon in his arms, let alone the absurd dream that the moon was coming towards me.
Intention: You chase the light, but you don't know that the light is also trying its best to find you in the darkness.