Twelve years ago, when they first met, she scared him to the point of breaking out in a cold sweat with her weird tricks.
Seven years ago, he stabbed the leader of the Ye clan in Liangshang. He was so frightened by the splattered blood that she could not move. He helped her escape from the pursuit of the officers and soldiers, and watched her huddle in the corner and cry. The first time she committed a murder, the first time he witnessed death.
Five years ago, she rode her horse to close the gate of Yanmen, and with her thin fourteen-year-old body, she fought hard to kill more than ten people, and put the food and grass into his hands. She was exhausted, and finally fell asleep the moment she heard his name.
Three years ago, she stood in front of him and drew her sword to fight the enemy. With her cherry-colored skirt and glazed earrings, the girl was graceful and graceful. She was extremely beautiful. But to him, it was unexpected and reasonable. He had known her sister for a long time, but he still didn't expect it.