He looked at the sky and smiled. The cyan ring hung on his heart, and together with Lei Xinyue's tears, he kept it safely with him.
But Gu Yueyi has already decided that he will pass it on and tell his son and grandson what the real Tianqi is.
This is inevitable.
Therefore, all his stories are here, buried under the snowy fields of this cold land in Shanxi.
That's all.