C448 Routine

The moon was like a hook in the night sky of Jiangnan.

Her sword was like frost, and her beauty was by her side.

The wind was like a blade as it gushed forth like strong gale grass.

His hair was like snow, yet he was still looking at the current era.

Jiang Lan's question was very sudden and straightforward. It suddenly occurred to me that it was as if I wasn't ready yet