Sometimes life is like a leaf falling into the water, chasing the water, not knowing where the end of the water is, rising and falling with the waves.
One person is playing with a sachet in his hand, wearing a silver mask on his face, and the other is holding a sword in his hand and watching from a distance. The person holding the sachet does not care about this gaze, with a smile on his lips, looking up into the distance.
The man no longer held the sword, and held a pot of tea in his hand, sitting alone in the snow. There was a mask beside him. The mask was stained with blood and the color was dark. There seemed to be the sound of horse hooves trampling on the snow around him. He raised his eyes but saw nothing. He smiled to himself and closed his eyes again.
This is the story about Li Mu (the fourth prince) and Sui An (the star)
This is the first time the author has written an article. His writing style is very childish and childish, and he writes it for fun.
Mission: freedom, pursuit of growth