She looked at Ling Tianya who had passed out in his arms in horror. His handsome face turned pale due to excessive blood loss, but his lips were swollen and bright red. Her body couldn't help but tremble, "You... You are wrong, this is against ethics!"
Sima Hao adjusted Ling Tianya's clothes gently, without even looking at Fenghua, but it made her feel a little majestic and urgent.
"My father taught me everything, but he never taught me ethics."
Sima Hao lifted Ling Tianya up from his limp body, and the arms that used to paint with ink and wield swords hung softly on his chest.
He could no longer look at him with sparkling eyes, he could no longer accompany him on horseback and walk, he could no longer dance sword for him under the moon, he could no longer call him "Sima" with his clear voice, and he could no longer even listen to him.
Sima Hao walked very steadily step by step, with a serious look on his face, as if he was carrying a treasure on his back. He looked straight ahead, his voice was gentler than ever before, "You said you wanted to see the lotus leaves and lotus flowers in the south of the Yangtze River... Now, the flowers are all blooming."