Today's world seems to be clear, but in fact, there are undercurrents and wars are about to begin. The southern and northern kingdoms were divided by rivers and had been at odds with each other for many years, trying to dominate the world. The grass is luxuriant, the beard is about to be cut off, and there are barbarians in the west who are eager to occupy the Central Plains. The world's war is about to break out. How long can there be peace in this world?
Everyone says that after death, the soul returns to the wormwood, but who has seen it with their own eyes?
Calculated feelings are worth talking about every day.
The bright moon and the breeze cannot meet each other.
This is destined to be a relationship that ends in nothing
I'd rather I never fell in love with you
Intention: love yourself