Sheathing the knife, sheathing it, brushing aside the sweat-dampened hair, it was already snowing heavily. With a whistle, the white-hoofed crow flew over, and the snow on its body fell to the ground, melted, and condensed. "Drive——!" He got on his horse and headed west. The cyan figure was quickly buried in the white snow, and an era came to an end.
"I dedicated everything I had to Xieyangguan, but in the end, it all came to nothing."
It's still a humble work from the second grade of junior high school. Comments are welcome.
Purpose: Live for yourself