The ruts in the dry road touch each other with foam, but they are not as good as forgetting each other in the rivers and lakes.
Can you wait until I come back to find you?
OK.
Then can I always follow you?
He smiled faintly. If you like it, it doesn't matter how long it takes.
Then... Can it go on and on, as far away as the sky?
…
That year, when he was twelve years old, he came to the Central Plains for the first time. And he, seven out of twenty, is Shen Xichen, the master of Yunxiao Pavilion who no one dares to offend in the Central Plains martial arts world.
Forget it, this is a good thing for you...
Why forget? Is it okay to just forget about it? If this is the case, it would be better for you to kill me with one sword now than for me to suffer this heart-gnawing pain every day in the future!
... Lan'er, if you insist on doing this, I can only do this...
Who are you?
Below, Shen Xinlan.
Shen Xingnan? Are you the miracle doctor on Qingming Mountain?
Exactly.