I will be in the Future

The person in front of him did not make a sound. He sat on the carriage, his back straightened, and his expression was calm as he looked into the distance.

It was as if someone had taught him and scrutinized him when he was a teenager, asking him to straighten his back and remember the hatred he felt when he fought against a hundred thousand soldiers.

The world looked out of those gentle eyes, cold and cold.

No one knew where he had come from or where he had come from.

However, it was at this moment that a person seemed to tread on the snow and come over in the quiet winter night, calling out to him with a clear and beautiful voice.

When she came, the light fell upon the heavens and earth, turning the snow into the spring stream, melting the night into the moon.

She sat right next to him and patted his hand as she whispered, "Master Hou, you are no longer alone. In the future, you will still have me."