Death from Hungry: the Troubles Continue in the Late Ming Dynasty

Luoshui is long, flowing through the vicissitudes of time. Liang stood by the river, looking at the sparkling water, with mixed feelings in his heart. The joy of conquering Luoyang has not yet dissipated, but fatigue and worry have surged into my heart. At this moment, a familiar figure came into view, it was Man Sui. She was still wearing the simple clothes, but her eyes were a little more determined and vicissitudes of life. Liang walked forward quickly, their eyes met, and a thousand words were suddenly choked in his throat. "Mansui..." Liang called her name softly. Mansui nodded slightly and forced a smile on his lips: "Good, long time no see."