The first time He Xunchuan saw his so-called bride was in the prison car. There was heavy snow in the sky. It was colder than the days when she was buried in the snow outside the Northwest Pass.
He saw the man taking off his coat and stuffing it into himself through the gap in the prison van.
But at the last moment when he fainted, he clearly saw the man's body shaking in the cold wind.
The bitter cold in the place of exile is difficult for anyone to survive.
He Xunchuan thought he would die there alone, carrying a blood feud.
But Zhou Yang pulled him out of despair again and again and told him that the future was bright and bright.
Only then did he emerge from the abyss with a chill all over his body. He wanted to marry his sweetheart openly and honestly.
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Zhou Yang felt that he had been unlucky for eight lifetimes before he could go through such a miserable life that was unforgivable by nature.
But gradually, he felt that being with He Xunchuan seemed pretty good?
Concept: Desire is the prophet of the soul