He is the sound of thunder made by the storyteller when he wakes up and knocks on the wood, and he is a frequent visitor in the girl's dreams.
As long as he is here, the world will never lose its morality.
He is Yan Xia.
This is a very short, very short, very short martial arts story.
There is no cp. If you must think that there is a cp, then the cp I hope to think of is the little emperor qwq...
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