The expressionless father said: "I haven't looked for you in the past thirteen years. What will you do if you find me now? Leaving you in the unfamiliar Jinyang City in the cold winter of that year was not a loss in the first place. It was something I did deliberately."
Zhang Duduan, her fiancée, said: "When we first met in Wuyuan, I told you that there is only one Xiao Ziyi, but who is not the only one in this world? So what if I promised you a marriage contract? Remember, from now on, only the princess of the current dynasty will be my wife, Zhang Duanduan."
Her brother Ling Cheng, who once protected her with his life, said: "I can either wait silently for more than ten years to build you a city away from the wind and rain, or I can let you die in the ruins of this city overnight. No matter who you are, all I want today is your life."
Xiao Ziyi understood that the oath in this world of mortals was not trustworthy, but he never thought that it would be so trustworthy.
As if overnight, his father became the military advisor of the King of the Huns, his fiancé became the prince-in-law of the court, and his brother became an enemy who threatened each other with swords. The Moon Mark Sword passed through the heart, and Xiao Zi's first thought was: If there is an afterlife, it would be better to never see it again.
It's early May, the clouds are blowing and the wind is still clear. Xiao Ziyi wanted to know if there would be anyone in this life who would really be willing to accompany her, to quietly visit the lonely Xiangcheng city full of locust flowers in her memories.