She looked at the man in white clothes with a warm and jade-like smile, and thought, yes, senior brother is so good-looking, he must be shining, that kind of bright white light that cannot be described with words, absolutely, absolutely.
He tapped the hilt of the sword lightly with his knuckles, smiled strangely and asked his eldest grandson, "Do you think that little girl is looking at me?"
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From the day she became a disciple, that figure was probably stuck in her heart and could never be moved away.
She is confident that she can survive any misfortune in her family or the injustice of heaven. The world was small in her mind, and a few familiar people were enough. There was nothing wrong with living a simple life of contentment and happiness.
"But, what does fate trick people?"
(The author actually doesn't like to be tortured and tortured, but likes to eat sweets... It's a product of his imagination, and it's not a brainless gossip. Don't worry~)