Sleepless in Northern Myanmar: Saying I Love You in the Smoke of Gunfire

When the guns are pointed at each other, hatred and old feelings are wildly pulled together in luxury and blood. He held her in his arms and watched her struggle with a smile: "Su Wan, what do you owe me, how can I repay you?" She made a false promise, but fell into despair step by step: "Lin Zheng, we have not owed each other a long time ago."