There is a very lucky person. She has father, brother and sister who love her, like-minded friends, a sect that protects her, and the sect's "dead enemy" who attacks her every day.
She is a very free-spirited person. If I were to ask her what she wanted to do most in her life, it would be nothing more than to watch the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court, watch the sky full of glow at dusk, and be accompanied by the scorching sun when I wake up.
I just want to toast the morning sun with a glass of turbid wine and spend the rest of my life in ignorance under the rocking chair and tree.
When the catastrophe came, destiny changed. She made all preparations, but she just didn't expect that someone would be involved in the catastrophe.
"I believe she will never hurt me!"
Yun Xian'an took a few steps back and realized that this person had a disease inside his skull. He should stay away from him.
Someone once said to her, no matter what time, I will protect you.
Although Xian'an didn't say anything, he silently took out his polished sword and twelve silver needles with a cold light behind his back.
When she said "I'm not her", he only dared to follow her from a distance
Her words of "I'll help you" remained silent despite her respectful attitude.
He just wants to say, no matter you are Yun Xian'an, Yunyang or Sang Muling, you will always be you
It's never who I think you are, but who you are, who I am.
Intention: one persistence, one thought, one floating, one sadness, one joy, one in vain