Loyal servant

I thrust the sword tremblingly into my chest.Looking to the east, crossing a dangerous and fantastic mountain, and crossing a loving and ferocious river, this is my hometown.In a trance, I was still the queen of the general in fresh clothes and angry horse.The high city walls are majestic and splendid under the sun, but looking back, there is only my desert.I fantasized that I was a repressed container, spewing out infinite grief and love after being pierced.I don't regret it, I don't blame you, and I don't even want to keep the hatred.I just have some regrets.There is a distance of 2 miles between the barren desert of the frontier and the prosperous imperial capital. It seems that I will never go back in this life. *****The author is still very unskilled. In the continuous learning of short stories around the word w1w, No.[-] said that the ending may be unexpected