I was born to save Kwok Jing and to rewrite the fate of the hero through the world of the warriors.

Guo Jing sat in the inn late at night, and the candles swayed you from the future, and you pushed the door in a thin white shirt, close to his ear whispering, and he suddenly turned to his eyes, and he locked you up, and between breaths, you stretched out your hand to help him sort out his collar, and he rolled his throat to his chest, but he didn't walk away, and instead pulled your wrists to your legs, and the rain was pouring out of the window, and the candles were dazzling, and he put his face down in your neck, and his hands were like, And in order to make sure that you were there, you turned your back on me, and the air was burning, and the door was coming out of nowhere, and he was so upset.