They met in Yangguan Desert——[After struggling for almost a moment, the brown-haired boy reached out to the hand with the palm facing up with a slight hesitation. The moment they held each other's hands, he saw the black-haired boy smiling, his eyes soft. The smiling young man said, My name is An Qilin. The guard general of Hanyan City led ten cavalry heads, the Qilin tribe. He said, My name is Lu Zhen.
His unconditional trust in him - [Lu Cheng said one word at a time, as if he put effort into every word - "I believe in him. I believe in him no matter what. Even if he puts a knife on my neck, I still believe in him. If it weren't for An Qilin, Lu Cheng would have died in the Yangguan desert at that time. So this life belongs to An Qilin, and he can take it anytime he wants."]
He could not open his mouth to express what was in his heart to him - ["I'm sorry." An Qilin said, "Goodbye, Lu Cheng." The heavy snow separated them like a white curtain. It's obviously so close, but why does it feel so far away? In the misty white snow, Lu Zhen wiped his face, as if wiping away tears, and then left without looking back. He didn't know that after he turned and left, An Qilin seemed to have lost all his strength. He knelt down on the snow and covered his face, crying silently. Hot tears dripped from his fingers, but they quickly condensed into ice. The snow is barren, who is buried?
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