The moon is over the Xijiang River, the moon is full over the Xijiang River, and the sun and moon are soaked in the vast river.
Drunk parting, don't hate the lingering, infatuated and lingering parting.
"Tang Weian, the biggest mistake I, Su Yinxi, made in my life was falling in love with you."
Su Yinxi placed the knife across Tang Weian's neck, gritted her teeth, and couldn't stop her tears from falling.
Tang Wei'an looked at the woman in front of him indifferently, touched the sharp sword lightly with his fingers, and let the blood flow freely.
The wind blew slightly, and he raised the corners of his lips. His eyes had passed through the deepest and deepest time, arriving at the year when he first came to Tangmen.
The mother chose the word "Wei'an" to wish him peace in this life.
But the mother didn't know that since she moved into Tangmen in Xijiang, her son was destined to live a life of licking blood from the knife's edge.
But what the mother didn't know was that from the night she rolled under Mr. Tang's body, her son was destined to be on a lower level than ordinary people.
"Yinxi, Yinxi, do you still remember?"