The moon sets and the crows cry, and frost spreads over the autumn garden.
Rong Xie sighed to the moon, when did things become different?
It seems that it was the day when the martial soul awakened.
"Oh my god! The ninth floor! It's the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda... His surname cannot be Rong, his surname must be Ning... Rong Li, we took your son away..."
"Ah Xie, take what I have and welcome your future... Ning Xie! You are the young master of the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect, you must listen to the lectures carefully!"
"But, a place with A-Li is home..."
"Every year in the snow, I always put plum blossoms to get me drunk. I remove all the plum blossoms without any good intentions, and I will win a lot of tears..."
Ali, I miss you...
In the memories of the past, throughout the years, there was always that figure who accompanied him and grew up with him. Even in the cold winter days, they walked in the snow together to look for plum blossoms.
But, that person is no longer here.
Tears gurgled down, and the tears on her cheeks acted as water mirrors, reflecting the visitor's golden hair.
Ning Xie looked at the visitor, stood up and held back tears.
The blond man wiped his tears and said, "Axian, don't cry."
Ning Xie just looked at him.
Time passed little by little, and the corners of Ning Xie's mouth curved slightly, and he slowly raised a smile.
The end of the morning light is the next morning light, and the distance of the boy is the future of departure.
Intention: You will shine like the sun