
Summary
Cultivation has no time, but if you really care about it, it is no different from ordinary people.Flowers have their day of re-blooming, and no one is young again... What he missed can never come back... When he understood the mistakes he had made, everything had already been missed. "I wish his love is up to me, and his love is up to me." Short story, two swords repairing, attacking each other.
User Comments