The spring breeze blows again and again, the wind curtain moves, and the broken shadows dance on the clear pond.
He is filled with resentment and bitter words. He has been sick and weak for many years, but he occasionally has healthy years. He is free and uninhibited. There is a saying: "Who is young and charming in the street?"
Yu Qingchen had always envied him, why others could have fun, ride horses in the countryside, go outing and fly kites, but he lingered on the sick bed; why others could obtain fame, and be ministers in white clothes, while he was talented but did nothing; why others... Could grow old together, but he had to die with hatred, separated by heaven and man.
But as time went by, I got used to it.
"The heart is like a gray tree, and the body is like a boat without ties."
It's just that some people always refuse to accept their fate, and they fight with others for their destiny.
"Stop fighting, I'm tired."
The man just hugged him, kept his tenderness in his arms, lowered his head and kissed him, "Wait a little longer, wait a little longer."
Waiting... Waiting for life to win.
Wait... Is it here?
"It's a shame, it's just an empty dream, leaving the world full of snow."
Intention: the meaning of life.
I Want to Become an Immortal