When Su He was fifteen years old, he met Ji Xu at the Spring Mountain Banquet.
At that time, she lowered her eyebrows and waded through the water with her skirt held up, like a rabbit that strayed into the deep forest.
Ji Xu took a liking to her at first sight.
He handed her the handkerchief and called her "little lady" with a smile. His features were full of the gentleness and dignity typical of a young master from aristocratic families.
Su He took the handkerchief, lowered his eyes and thanked her. His timid appearance made people feel pity.
——No one saw the fingertips clenched in her sleeves, which were trembling slightly from forbearance.
Ji Xu didn't know that on that rainy night three years ago, his father had led people to flatten her village, and she hid in the pile of corpses and watched him step on the blood of her tribe members with a smile.
She came here just to ask for her life.
But after three years of planning, she had calculated the right time and place, but she failed to calculate——
This man's heart can actually be so warm that people forget to hate him.
In the depth of winter when I was eighteen years old, heavy snow closed the mountains.
When Ji Xu put the sword into her heart with his own hands, he still called her gently: "Ah He, don't be afraid."
That sword was indeed accurate.
