Chuanguo

Many years later, Qin Wuyang still remembered the first time he met Ji Xiao, the stars were sparse and the moon was bright that night, and the spring cold was deep. She stood with her sword in the dilapidated kitchen hall surrounded by Xin Chu. The tassels on the Gewei are clear and beautiful in color; their eyebrows are pale and haggard. At that time, he occasionally wondered whether he would have been able to work peacefully in the dangerous city for the rest of his life if he had never met before.