#Firstperson##lily
Since I returned to the Central Plains, everything has changed... But has not changed. The light on the horizon is gilded. I can't accept leaving the prairie, nor can I accept the truth on the water. Under this quiet court, what is behind me?!
When autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill all the flowers after they bloom.
The incense formation soaring to the sky penetrates Chang'an, and the whole city is covered with golden armor.
Let's take a bet, who can survive to the end...
Intention: No
