When we first met him, he was dressed in white and had a beautiful face. He touched his hair and said gently, "I have parents, and so do you."
For more than ten years, he followed him on his expeditions, but when the country was about to be subjugated, he was pushed into the abyss by his own hands. His spiritual power was wasted, his muscles and veins were severed, and in the end, what was left was only a face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, which lingered in his mind for a long time.
He kissed him and respected him, but worried about him and hated him; he raised him and loved him, but also hurt him and lied to him.
What kind of bond between them led to this lifelong love.
In the end, can they put aside their grudges and achieve a good relationship?
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