Xiahou Jinxuan blinked, his fair complexion covered with a faint soft light by the sunlight, and then he turned his head slightly as if he really started to think.
The hosta was like ink, and the black hair was stained with water, and the water droplets rolled down on the white shirt. Huangfu Zhuo's eyes stayed on Xiahou Jinxuan's clothes that had been wetted by the water drops and became translucent.
The passage of time left traces on Jin Xuan's body, which only made him more and more handsome, so handsome that even a trace of sadness in his eyebrows would make people unbearable.
Huangfu Zhuo felt that there was a feeling growing faintly somewhere in his heart, slowly but desperately struggling, as if it would burst out like a sudden summer rain in the next second.
"Jinxuan?"
As if the image of Xiahou Jinxuan traced by the sunlight became more and more unreal, Huangfu Zhuo suddenly felt a little scared, afraid that all this was just a dream of his, and Xiahou Jinxuan was like the person in his dream who would disappear one day.
How many years has passed since we first met this dream?
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ि Prequel to Immortal Five Zhuo Xuan/Bai Hong fan fiction ी
ि Huangfu ZhuoX Xiahou Jinxuan ी
ि The story is set before Jinxuan was 17 years old. It records the events of Uncle Zhuo and Jinxuan from childhood to adolescence, so it is not cruel ी
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Bamboo horses have known each other for a long time. It has been eighteen years. The wind and rain came, and Jin Shu gave a long message. From then on, the mountains and rivers did not meet each other. Siyun's cliffside has been dry for a hundred years.