Chapter 1 describes the war…(Vol. I of the novel…)
Sometimes, your genes are engraved with unforgettable memories that you never knew existed. Just like the poems embossed in your souls…
It means: On a heavy rain afternoon, it was foggy and the humidity was high; the respiratory roots of the entire banyan tree were drooping due to rainfall.
Brown rice porridge cooked with whitebait smoothed the King’s poisoned throat.
The sound of ticking repeated constantly, like ten thousand horses starting to run anxiously.
The king led the crowd to prepare to set off, and a spirit arrow shot on the wheel of fortune that seemed to pursuing their ultimate destiny.
Vol.I novel’s Poetry writer JCLee © All Rights Reserved.