Yan Han looked at him with dull eyes and a cold smile. "With such a big family behind me, there is nothing like someone who is free and easy, who dares to love and hate." Wei Luo sneered: "Are you mocking me for ignoring my family and doing whatever I want? If possible, I would rather not be the King of Lanling, and let me live happily in heaven and earth!"
Yan Han raised his head, and the flames suddenly jumped up, reflecting the ink-like brows on his face. He had taken out a silk cloak and put it on, covering his hair, and sat down by the fire with his knees in his arms. The crackling sound of firewood branches was particularly clear at night. At this time, the non-stop rain began to linger again, mixing the distant mountains and nearby trees into a blurry entanglement. Yan Han murmured: "If I were..."
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