She sang a melancholy song in the cold light.
I followed in her footsteps. I look up to her peerless elegance with the dimension of mind, sigh her bumpy life and appreciate her heroism.
That night, light worries piled up.
Leng Yue, worry about hiding cotton.
After all, the military post is here. In the distance, the smoke shows everywhere. War is devouring peace in the distance, and peace is calling her father.
In an instant, a new year hit her heart, and generate showed a firm spark. So, on that night of light sorrow accumulation, she resolutely decided to join the army instead of her father and go to the military battlefield.
"I would like to be a pommel horse and do it for you from now on." An almost heavenly hymn shook her elegance.
Battlefield, sword and shadow
Cold light, sleepless.