Humanity Feixian

The top of the mountain - Wangjiang Pavilion. Ye Mufeng listened carefully to the breeze and drizzle in his ears, clasped his young and pale hands, and felt everything around him. Finally, he whispered, like a devil's whisper. "One day the tiger returns to the mountain, and half the sky will be stained with blood..." In the dead of night, Ye Mufeng's shadow going down the mountain was stretched thin by the moonlight. . . . (A tribute to the real person)