Liu'anji

Before I could find out his name, a passerby informed An. Wear a forget-me-not sword. On the night of September 9th, all passers-by were planting dogwood trees, but Liu An was walking alone. Like a cold wind blowing through, the sword aura is awe-inspiring. Memories are like an abyss, and Liu An thinks that there is no harm in having a sword in his hand. Liu An's brain would feel unbearable pain whenever he started to recall it. I simply didn't want to think about it and looked around for a place to return. At this time, I passed by the tavern and stopped to rest. The cold moon is bright and the white snow is floating, He came here from the ends of the earth, No one knows where he is going... A bowl of cold water will satisfy you. No one understands why he will carry the sword with him for half his life Gave it to a passerby, He also understood that she was just a passerby, He has to leave, no one knows where he is going. Even he himself never understood. He thought: If you give it, just give it. From then on, he was all alone in plain clothes.