Sword and fan, bamboo and flowers. Fried swallows with wind chimes, mixed with mangosteen and watermelon.
After rebirth, he was cried and loved fiercely by the sister of the Bingshan Sect Master.
Jiang Buxun: I hate you.
Ruan Lingshun: Don't act like a baby.
Jiang Buxun: Why doesn't it snow this year?
Ruan Lingshun: Don't worry, you and I will grow old together sooner or later.
Intention: Nothing is given by God, so climb up the clouds on your own
