C110 Sentimental cliff edge

The night was peaceful and quiet. There were many stars in the sky, and a faint silver screen of light stretched across both ends of the sky. It was almost seventy years old. Not far away in the valley, the crickets were singing a moving song.

At the edge of the cliff in front of Wu Dang Mountain, Shao Jian was still standing there, staring at the night sky. The mountain in the darkness