Twelve years of fighting, but in exchange for three thousand miles of exile...
Lu Han had no complaints at all, but felt ashamed that he had let down Jing Zhi's hard work.
Bai Jingzhi did not expect that Lu Han would still remember the peach grove outside Qingyang City more than ten years ago. Was that the first time I held his hand? Bai Jingzhi can't remember clearly.
At first, Ahan was just a peach blossom that he occasionally picked up. Later, it was the shadow that followed behind him. Later, it was the life and death dependence in the Mobei military camp. After leaving Mobei, in the turbulent court, it gradually turned into a thorn in his heart...
[Just when I vowed to make daily updates, JJ drew, and there was a row of blue words [review] in the background... So I slowly saved the manuscript, and made up for it after drawing...]