For Xue Liang, Gu Wei was the faint light in the darkness, saving him from that dirty and numb place. But who would have thought that the darkness behind the faint light is the real despair. He left that place and his faith. When Xue Liang, who had gone through thousands of sails and was covered with bruises, saw the figure walking against the light and stretched out his hand to him, the scene in front of him seemed to overlap with the scene in his memory, "Hello, I am Xia Zhi." "Hello, I am Xue Liang." In that summer solstice, the wind that gently brushed his cheek was slightly cool.
The author of the spicy chicken here, Mu Yuan, is not updated all the year round. [Lying Corpse] Thank you to every little cutie who reads the article. [Bow] I'm sorry, I changed the outline and character again. [Hang my face]