The journey of life is full of ups and downs. Yesterday's blossoms wilt today. Who can control it? Fireworks bloom with fervor, then scatter into fragments, ending in silence and loneliness.
Once, there was bustling splendor; now, it was cold and desolate, the gates deserted. In stark contrast to a few days ago, Ye Fan's residence could only be described as bleak.
The solitary courtyard was serene and quiet, with yellow leaves falling. Ye Fan coughed lightly. Blood stained the white cloth a shocking bright red. He looked at the cold, desolate courtyard and sighed.
Life's ebb and flow is like the blooming and wilting of flowers. Though there are bright times, dull days of withering are inevitable, all carried away on the world's winds.
The divine city was as it always was, unchanged. Yet, when Ye Fan appeared again, the atmosphere surrounding him was completely different.
