I was sixteen years old when I first met Zeyan.
He drank wine and danced sword under the peach blossom tree, and the sky was full of peach blossoms, wandering around in love. Even at the moment when the tip of his sword was pressed against my neck, I just stupidly felt that the man in front of me was very manly, masculine, special, and good-looking.
He sheathed his sword, looked at me with a half-smile, and said lightly, "The girl is so brave, she can still be so calm when her life hangs by a thread."
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