Library

In the past, I was particularly envious of people with stories. They could have people they dreamed of when they were drunk, scenes they could never forget when they were sitting alone, and even the names they chanted over and over again at the moment of death. Later, I had a story. Only then did I finally understand why my father could give me a faint smile the next moment when he was frowning at the window. I understood why Xiao Yuandao ordered the massacre of the entire city and still cried in tears. I understood that it was not the sword that could not be left alone, but the person who defeated him in the way of kendo. So I always think of a saying my mother wrote to my father many years ago: Be as affectionate as a person with stories, and be as free and easy as a person without stories.

Many years later, when Yu Wen returned to Angelica City and picked up those books that were incompatible with this world, he suddenly missed his childhood very much, even though he had to endure the torture of cold poison at that time. He likes the feeling of being protected and also likes to protect others. At that time, many people would talk about him behind his back. Look, the young master of the Wen family would not live to be twenty years old. In fact, it didn't matter to Yu Wen whether he lived long or not. At that time, he just felt it was a pity that he would never see his father, mother, sister, dumb uncle... Them again after his death. But now that Yu Wen is still alive, he can't see them again. It turns out that in this world, there are too many things that can't help people.