That Taoist priest was always sitting or standing. Gao Ya thought, "How can anyone call him a Taoist name like Kaixin?" But in the past few years, whenever the two of them sat together and couldn't drink a pot, Gao Ya would hold his hand and not let go.
"Good Taoist Priest, please do the math for me, can I still find him?"
I don't know the name of the person, and even his appearance has become very blurry in my memory. The only evidence of that person's existence seems to be a piece of cloth that Gao Ya has never left his body in the past few years, and the occasional fragrance of ink in the air.
That day in the courtyard covered with rice paper, a hand held up his shaky body. The voice was a bit inaudible. Gao Ya knew that he was also injured. His breathing was irregular and too rapid, and his voice had no strength. His tone sounded like a sign of weakness or a warning.
"Please wake up, I can't do this alone."
-----Settings and Precautions-----
[Additions may be added at any time during the series]
1v1, love at first sight, suspension bridge effect...
Shuang Jie, who suffers from a physical disability and does not pursue his wife in the crematorium, has equal love.
The plot may be more twists and turns.
The identities and positions involved are all my own fictitiousness. Do not bring in any dynasty or real history.
Intention: Intention to be added