Limit of 500 words. He remembered that he sang for Ayan on the river a few days ago. The song was melodious. He recalled that when he first saw her, she was washing clothes by the river. She was like a green lotus leaf, clear and unstained by the world. It seemed as clear as yesterday. It was very, very close, as if you could reach it with just one hand. But when you reach out, you realize that the distance is like a sea city and you will never be able to reach it.
The mountain wind blew, fluttering the red clothes on his body, which were still the clothes he wore when he worshiped half a day ago. Looking at the group of people in front of him who were either still fighting or glaring at him, he suddenly felt that he had aged decades.
Nothing in the world matters anymore.
It was as if I suddenly saw all the things in this world clearly, and then I realized that all the things I had been persistent in, regretted, and cherished for so many years were just,
All in vain.
Note: The article originally posted was the original version. I made a mistake. I'm really sorry. So some readers found that some details were not handled well. Now the revised version has been uploaded. There are no problems in the plot. I apologize again.
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