I accidentally picked up an unfinished book in the corner. The cover of the book is
Four words that have been a bit scratched...
The wind from the Shu River blew over the woman's face, and her long black hair swayed with the wind.
The gauze wrapped around her left eye fell off, she held a sword in her right hand, and the expression on her face was unpredictable.
"The mountains are covered with red flowers, and the spring water of the Shu River washes over the mountains.
The bonus fades easily like a man's will, and the water flow is infinite like deep sorrow. "
++++++ "This is a world where humans and demons coexist." + But the status of humans and demons is completely different. Human beings are greedy and selfish and do not allow monsters to live with them. They bully them and harm them regardless of right or wrong...
"Bang!" The voice was interrupted by a strong slamming of the door. The little girl puffed up her little face that was flushed by the fire, narrowed her eyes of different colors, and said angrily:
"They are really sick and need to be treated!"
"Why are you discriminating against the demon clan? I think they are the aliens!"
"Shh, keep your voice down. We are still in human territory." A haggard-looking woman made a gesture with her somewhat white lips and said softly.
Her face was withered, as if she had been working for a long time without taking a break. The dim candlelight made her face look even more sallow.
Hearing this, the girl blushed, puffed up her cheeks, stamped her feet and became angry.
Looking at the girl's back, the woman's dark brown eyes flashed with sadness and melancholy. She quickly turned away and faced the window. The dim and cunning moonlight filtered through the broken window, and she didn't want the girl to see her, how miserable she was.
This hut was very dilapidated, with several holes in the pulp paper covering the windows. The moonlight was flawless, and people felt miserable under the moonlight. The nightingale was singing, and even though the hut was some distance away from the city streets, the hustle and bustle of the capital's night market could still be vaguely heard.
She once imagined holding the girl's hand, walking around the night market shops, and joining in the hustle and bustle of the capital. But she knew that this was a dream she could never touch.
She called the little girl to her side, searched for it from her tattered clothes, tore off a relatively clean piece of cloth, and wrapped it around the girl's left eye.
"No matter what, don't take it off in the future, okay."
Mission: Hard work can create miracles