New author, please pay attention.
A journey of life, whether the scenery along the way is beautiful flowers and full moon, or intrigues, the final destination is determined by you. Is it really untenable to be kind and unforgiving to a brother who has been repeatedly ravaged by the world?
Prologue
The north wind was howling, and a white-haired old man sat alone on a rock in the mountains. He hunched his back and took out a package from his pocket tremblingly. He was surrounded by nine snow-white wolves. The wolves did not attack the old man, but looked like soldiers guarding the old man. The old man opened the package in his hand, took out a few photos, and murmured in his mouth, as if reminiscing with a good friend, talking and laughing. Suddenly, a blood wolf roared, a female wolf roared, and howls resounded throughout the valley.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
