The spring breeze in March is thin, and the flying swallows sleep in the frost willows.
I have no choice but to give the general's order. Do you know what this means?
Yan Yihuan blushed with anger: "Yes! I'm not! If there's anything about me that makes you think I'm a broken sleeve, tell me! I'll change it!"
Liu Yezhi glanced at his face and smiled at him ambiguously: "Isn't this the reason why you look like you have a broken sleeve?"
He thought that the second prince, who was always frivolous, was moved by his feelings. In front of Jiang Shan, Yan Yihuan was just a useless chess piece that could be abandoned at the drop of a hat.
If I don't get a place to die in this life, it's because of you Liu Yezhi.