Ten years of sword love is like a dream, and then I look for the fairy in the sky.
How many decades are there in life?
The main story has come to an end, no matter how many grievances and entanglements we have, we have to let go.
When we met again a few years later, he was not the sword master yet, nor was he the wine swordsman.
He held his hand and called him gently: "Situ."
Is it because they don't want to miss it again?