Alias: Linchun Mountain at the end of Pingwu. Please grab your scarf to catch insects: I have no mirror.
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Jiang Yuewu had a long dream.
I dreamed that she had fallen into the devil's path for more than a hundred years and killed hundreds of millions of people. It seemed that she was holding a sword to kill all the evil in the world and save the mountains and rivers from being broken.
But in the end, there was no good reputation or notoriety anymore. Jiang Yuewu seemed to have become Jiang Yuewu again, just a wandering, ignorant, weak... Soul.
Someone groped for her cold fingertips in the wind and snow, but the hazy hem of her clothes always blocked his face. Later, the corner of his clothes became a solitary lamp on a snowy night, but Jiang Yuewu never saw that person again.
When he woke up, the wind and snow hit his face, but Jiang Yuewu was neither a knight nor a devil. She pinched the crumbs of steamed buns dug out of the frozen soil, and the tattered cloth barely covered her shoulders. Jiang Yuewu finally believed that it was just a dream.
Purpose: Prosperity, Democracy, Civilization and Harmony
