Mortal War Chronicles

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 burst into 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.