When things change, poems become old again. There is white rain in the rivers and lakes, and dreams are mixed with green lights.
It is said that things in the world have no appearance, so why do people have to be persistent? I'm lucky if I get it, but it's my fate if I don't get it? If Ye Feng had not experienced the bone-crushing pain in his previous life, he might just be an idler with a piano, a pot of wine, and a stream of clouds. But this time he wanted to be a strong man, not for anything else but for protection.
This is a story about a strong and steady man who protects those around him. Well, yes, very stable~
