It was a quiet night, and Xiao Yan quietly walked out of Xun'er's room. The stars in the sky shine with moving light, and a clean moon sheds soft light, covering the ground with silver. Looking at the doors around him, Xiao Yan felt very relieved. They were all women closely related to him. They had accompanied him through the ups and downs, devoted themselves to themselves, and worked hard for themselves.
Now, everyone is gathered together happily, they all love themselves, and they all understand each other. Without them, I, Xiao Yan, would not be where I am today. Xiao Yan suffered a lot in defeating the Soul Palace and reviving the Xiao clan, but these were the people who shared the pain for him.
Dou Di, how many people are crazy about him! In the eyes of others, this is number one, but Xiao Yan does not want to be number one, because number one is distance, and number one means separation. A tear slowly slid down, sliding down the cheek and along the chin, a little cold and a little bitter. Why are the strong young people in the past sad now?