Ye Wei Old Volume

By the fireplace on a snowy night in the Principality of Ovela, the former Odotalia prince Herel was telling his granddaughter about those days - the pink petals of St. Yevier Academy were covered with fireworks and covered the toes of his boots, the cat-eared schoolgirl's troubles were always chasing him, the silver-gray eyes of the magic engineering laboratory were hidden softly, and the letter sealed with black wax quietly dragged the "prince hiding from trouble" into the shadow of the empire. This is the story of a "deserter": escaping from the identity of a prince, but unable to escape the hands of friends; hiding from the darkness of the empire, but breaking through a greater evil; and finally, by the fireplace on a snowy night, telling the story of the smoke of gunpowder and the tenderness of the cold weather to the little granddaughter wrapped in a plush scarf. (Some random thoughts: This is my first novel, and it is also my first time writing. There are too many flaws. I hope you can tolerate it. I hope you can read it happily.)