"How many years have you not been home? The peach blossoms in the western suburbs are in full bloom again. Don't you want to go back and take a look?" A blurry white figure walked slowly in the wind and sand, passing through the burning ruins. The wind and sand seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier in front of him, flowing slowly past him like water.
"I'm still defeated after all, so whatever, I'll just bury myself in this storm that covers the sky." The man took off his helmet, his crown fell off and his long hair broke free and fell down. He slowly sat up leaning on the railing of the altar with difficulty. The tattered armor could no longer cover his bloody body.
"Lost? Ha, this is an impossible war to win. You are just an abandoned son." The man in white leaned over and gently wiped the blood on his face, "What a handsome and handsome face, what a pity..."
"Hahaha, are you here to see my general's joke?" The man struggled to open the hand of the man in white. The unruly warrior frowned and his eyes suddenly became cold and stern, "Believe it or not, I will kill you..."
"Not willing?" The man in white smiled, stood up, stretched out the blood-stained handkerchief in his hand, raised it slightly, and a paper crane flew into the distance against the wind and sand, "Chang Zhi, she is still waiting for you..."
"Her? Is she okay?" The man's voice trembled slightly, and his eyes disappeared sharply, as if following the paper crane through the wind and sand in the sky.
"The long hair is covered with cold armor, and the silver spear reflects the moonlight; this journey is thousands of miles away, and the desert is dyed with lonely clouds." The figure of the man on the altar gradually disappeared, the altar collapsed, and everything around it turned into dust. Only the wind and sand that refused to be calm were still raging.
Intention: To build unfulfilled dreams and continue unfinished feelings.