| classification:xianxia |
| author:A history of love be |
| state:in the series |
| update:(2024-08-31 09:01:12) |
His figure stood slenderly at the edge of the precipice, the breeze whipping his white clothes into a rustling sound.,Xu Zimu looked into the distance, his white clothes blending with the mist. The wind seemed to be picking up, and there was a hint of madness in his smile.,Some were merely an ordinary little wooden hut, a slow and clear stream, and a middle-aged man in green clothes sitting on the ground by the river.。