I seem to have been the master of Zhezhi Hall for hundreds of years, but I don't know that the original master is still alive.
He just thought that the other party had returned to heaven and earth, and the whole mess was left to him, the unlucky guy who got in by mistake. He had worked hard for a hundred years and finally fixed this mess up. Unexpectedly, the original owner came back.
It's okay, he can rest, but the former hall leader doesn't look like someone who will take over his job.
You seem to be holding your forehead.
When you met Xie Zhi for the first time, you felt that he would not appear in front of others.
Like wind, like sand, like dust, like all elusive things, like an ungraspable light and shadow hidden deep in layers of dreams, like the phantom in the busy traffic that a person sees before he dies.
I seem to like the lavender morning glow reflected in Xie Zhi's light eyes, like mist, and I am deeply afraid that it will dissipate like mist in the next second.
Unable to grasp, ethereal, not as light as a human soul, scattered from the fingers, wandering between heaven and earth, and finally disappeared faintly.
Intention: Fantasy will eventually come true