"This is indeed a different era. Perhaps the predecessors concealed something, so that people still cannot explain those strange things and the souls stagnant in time and space."
"Senior brother is always prepared for a rainy day."
"What do you know?"
"I don't even know where I came from."
That night, Ji Nian stood leaning on the railing, with the fireworks in the city reflected in his eyes, and the thousands of mountains and rivers he had walked hand in hand. He turned back, talking and laughing.
A little bit of drunkenness surged into my heart like a rising tide, then receded and spread throughout my body. Chu Yu was awake, he knew, but his consciousness was fragile.
She felt her body being pulled into a warm embrace, with a strong chest behind her. His little apprentice held his waist with both hands, buried his head in his neck and nuzzled him, murmuring.
"I also have a token. It was a gift from my sweetheart."
"Huaiyou, happy birthday."
"When the clivia blooms on the mountain, it's my return date."
"My disciple has grown up, traveled in the world, and returned home after learning."
The fleeting figure in the painting exhibition and the poem beside the painting made him fall into confusion again.
Intention: Don't forget your original intention and keep your mission in mind