The sky and the earth have become a drop, the distant snowy rivers and ice fields, everything is vast, and all the people are silent.
"Yan Hui!"
One after another, the young man riding on Zhaoye's horse turned around. He was dressed in red and holding a newly hunted goose in his hand. His petal-like lips were slightly raised in a fleeting smile.
No matter how many smiles there were, the smile disappeared. When she saw it was him, the corners of her lips rose a little more. There was ridicule in the indifference. The blood of the wild goose splashed on her cheek, which was a strange and strange mark.
He hurriedly chased after him, "Yan Hui, actually I..." The wind was so strong that his voice was completely broken in his throat, and his heart felt like it was trapped between ice and fire, unable to breathe. Finally, he gave up and just gritted his teeth and said, "... Don't make me angry."
Don't make me angry.
Even in countless nights, this scene always fell into his dreams. When Shen Nian was young, he didn't often dream and didn't know why he was feeling sad, but after that, he always felt like ants gnawing at his heart and found it difficult to sleep. So many days and months later, he thought carefully about whether there was anything he had been seeking over and over again, and whether there was anything he couldn't get rid of in his heart, so that he would think about it crazily and regret it in the years to come... Probably, there was such a thing -
This person's surname was Gu Yanhui, and the emperor gave him the nickname "Fei Ge", saying that he was a magical weapon that was unparalleled in the world.
He met him as a young man.
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Cp: Pretty little general
A short story, only a few thousand words.
Hahahahahaha I will keep waiting
Hahahahahaha I will keep waiting