I have never seen the heavy snow in late winter like that day again, and I have never seen the people who walked in the snow that day again...
The main text is described in the third person. I really don't know what to write in the introduction. It is probably about a tragic era of an imaginary dynasty. The love and sorrow of two amazingly talented young people are long-lasting but vigorous, and tend to be redemptive.
Nanwu is a wasteland, but it has cultivated a delicate flower that is famous all over the world.
They met at a young age and met in troubled times. It was fate, but one of them was burdened with too much, and the other always felt that the future was long, but unexpectedly there was no future...
"Master, how about you and I growing old together?"
"But I have white hair."
"You don't understand the style, how about you live forever?"
"Don't you believe that this and the next life are illusory?"
"..."
"Can't I believe it now?"
Jiang Nan just smiled and said no more. His silence revealed a heavy air of death. An Nian talked about his future dreams to himself, lying to Jiang Nan and himself.
"When I become the number one scholar, I will ride on a horse to marry you."
"Okay, I'll wait for you."
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There is also a modern romance "Flowing Clouds" to be updated
Copywriting: They say love has a beginning and an end, but my secret love has no beginning and no end...
First person hands-on work, in a small hot southern town, in the bleak autumn, this is a story about me, an extremely ordinary girl, who has a crush on an equally ordinary and casual boy.
"Jiang Liuyun, look at these two words, they are so interesting!"
"Attack (daughter-in-law)?"
"Hahahahahahaha, idiot,"
He rolled his eyes speechlessly and chuckled, "You must be sick!"
I finally made a joke with him, which fulfilled my last little idea...
Intention: The irresistible torrent of history