"After freshening up, I am leaning against the Wangjiang Tower alone. There are thousands of sails that have passed by. The water is flowing slowly in the slanting light, and the heart is broken by Bai Pingzhou."
A girl let out a delicate sigh, and pink tears fell down.
"Qiniang, come down, it's windy here." The maid put a carved fur coat on her.
"Let me watch for a while, maybe one day he will really come back."
The maid was speechless and stood behind her. The river is vast, the sky is blue, and a cold wind blows against my face.
Intent: imitation of traditional martial arts