It snowed heavily that day in the Imperial City.
General Gu Ciling, who became famous as a young man and became famous all over the world, rode out of the city late at night.
Snowflakes wetted his long eyelashes, and his pure white cloak seemed to melt into the snowy night.
Outside the wilderness, the young general got off his horse and stood in an inconspicuous corner, with some unpredictable emotions condensed in his clear pupils.
It was a cenotaph.
"Ji Wuyou."
"Today is your death anniversary, and I'm here to see you."
The young general's eyelashes trembled, and his eyes were blank for a moment.
"You have been against me all your life. You have done all kinds of bad things and are notorious. You don't even have a decent grave after your death. You deserve this."
The young man with black hair and snow-skinned body bowed slightly, and his slender fingertips brushed the corners of the tomb. There was a trace of indifferent nostalgia on his beautiful face.
"I can't forgive you, Ji Wuyou."
The young general raised a smile on his lips and gently rested his forehead on the simple tomb.
"But I miss you a little bit."
Purpose: Never bow to power, grow