Fuye was horrified, he once had a name called Pei Boliang. That was a long time ago. In the past five hundred years, no one has called his name again.
He never talks about his past. Sometimes he doesn't remember, but he never forgets.
"Bo Liang Bo Liang, you are really Bo Liang, why am I treating you like this, but I still can't support my family?"
----"Who told me to be born and named Boliang? If I don't do things well, how can I be worthy of my cold heart?"
Pei Boliang, loyalty is only for one person, life and death is only for one person, gentleness is only for one person. Unexpectedly, the world is hot and cold, no less cold. He looked back again, Qing
The plum wine is cold, and the world has been around for a hundred years. He would rather be alone in the boat and look back elegantly.
Qianlu and Yurumo stood behind him for a long time. I never told him that the man was back.
He raised his eyes, his elegance was as before. He just looked at the man with calm eyes and asked, "What's there to be sad about?"
How could he know what that person had done in order to redeem himself...