"If Zi Yan couldn't be a general, wouldn't you have appeared?" Liu Hanyan endured the pain in his neck and asked Xiao Xue behind him, and a long silence replaced the answer. Liu Hanyan chuckled, "If you both live to the end, go back to Niushan Village. In summer, let him make lotus wine for you, and in autumn, make sweet-scented osmanthus wine for him to drink." Feeling the hand holding the dagger tremble slightly, Liu Hanyan took off the jade bracelet from her wrist. The cold touch made Xiao Xue's hand on her neck retract, and she watched helplessly as Liu Hanyan struggled forward, climbed down the city wall, and turned into a red cloud falling. The moment Liu Hanyan jumped off the city wall, Xiao Xue knew that Liu Hanxuan would never forgive her again. She forced his sister to death and made him see the ugliest side of the world. Liu Hanxuan, who was running fast, saw the smile on his sister's face, and the scenes from childhood to adulthood were replayed in front of his eyes. She took Xiao Xue's hand, put it on his hand, and gave instructions carefully, and every word was still so clear.