Fuso···Fuso···
In the snow, a person stands here holding an umbrella. He is dressed in white and has a handsome appearance. In the wind and snow, he almost blends into one. Listen carefully, it seems to be a whisper.
Originally protected by his master in the Qingxia tribe, Fusang had not experienced the baptism of the world. Fusang was as simple as a lotus on Qingxia Mountain. During the civil war in the tribe, Fusang lived in the Liuyun tribe and met Liuyun's young master. He was... A gentle man like a white cloud...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
