Qin Huan, the golden rogue agent of the 21st century, "accidentally" traveled to ancient times while performing a mission.
Strange souls descended from the sky, and the six stars were in turmoil.
A conspiracy that spans a thousand years has quietly unfolded because of an inconspicuous little chess piece.
He smiled lazily: Run and play, anyway, you are mine.
He looked down at the world: If possible, I would rather trade these thousands of miles to exchange for her looking back and smiling.
He stood three inches away like a snow-capped holy lotus: "I will always stand three feet behind you, neither close nor far. Don't be afraid of falling, because I will hug you as soon as possible."