"I hope to become a fair and loving superior, like the Buddha sitting cross-legged on the lotus throne, with no love, no hatred, no worries and no resentments." ——Rong Ying
The beacon smoke heated up the fireworks and billowed in the air, and the gray sky revealed a blazing light. The crumbling city walls were covered with dirty, coagulated blood. Broken armor and cracked wounds could not stop the soldiers from using their hands to surround the last solid wall. Without weapons and comrades, there is still flesh and blood and blood that never stops flowing.
She stood on the highest point of the city wall, and a scorching hot wind blew from the devastated land, grabbing the long tassel that was as thick as blood next to her ears. Her eyes ignored the soldiers who fought hard for her and cast their gaze towards the wider land.
This is her land, her people, her world and her fault.
His eyes clearly reflected him wearing a snow-white chainmail, and the mocking smile on his face, which was the disdain of a winner.
She threw away the curled long knife in her hand, as if she had abandoned her life's responsibilities and sins. What is surprising is that the smile slowly appearing on her face at this moment is a mysterious smile mixed with the yellow sand carried by the northern wind and the cold blood splashing on her face.
No one knows why she is smiling, no one knows what makes her still arrogant at this moment.
However, the moment she jumped off the nine-foot high wall.
No one knew about the breath-like words coming out of her lips and teeth. But together with her life, she was mixed into that period of time that was difficult to enjoy.
