The City Lord Is Fierce

This is all something to say later. Many years later, Li Mingan stood on the Nanshan Mountain of Yinguancheng, looking southward, but he could only see the vast sky in the north, with no trace of the golden city. Tears filled his beautiful peach blossom eyes. She stood upright, her hair tied high on the top of her hair, her white cloak draped lightly around her body, and her whole body was elegant and graceful, taking up half of the river. What is she grieving about? She just felt guilty, feeling guilty that even though that person had occupied all her life's love, hate, anger and obsession, she had let her down, while she had always been forgiven and protected. I once thought that he had always owed me, and that he should do all the forbearance. But now it seems that it is all his own unreasonable troubles. Tears slid down her face and hit the snow, melting away a trace of fog on the ice and snow. But the entanglement between them can't be settled with just one or two sentences.