Nan Yong was so red that year, I thought he had spent ten miles of red makeup to marry me, but little did I know, it was the color of blood. Ten miles south, corpses litter the fields, and there will be no future.
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The girl's voice was soft and soft: "Dad, when will mother come back? They all say I am an illegitimate child."
The man touched the thick gauze covering his eyes and forgot that he had no tears anymore, "Nian Ling is good, mother kisses her, father doesn't know."
