On the day Ning You was disarmed and returned to the capital, Xu Yi was leaning on the vermilion pillars on the city gate tower and smiling. The scars worn out by seven years of wind and frost were still pale pink on the side of his neck, but he was nailed to the spot by the man's light words——
"Ziyu, my sleeve was cut off for you seven years ago."
Ning You tightened his grip on the sword at his waist, his knuckles turning white: "Your Highness, my sleeves are not broken."
Xu Yi walked down the steps slowly, the golden python robe swept over the top of his boots, and his fingertips brushed his throat affectionately: "It's not up to the general to have the final say."
When the shadow came down, Ning You smelled the sandalwood in his sleeves mixed with some air conditioning...
"Ziyu, you can't escape."
Dark and Paranoid Attack × Suffering from Hidden Swordsmanship (Actually, it's the story of a stingy guy and a arrogant guy)
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Intention: In the dark, there is God's will