"It has been passed down from generation to generation that among the people, those who excel are called 'craftsmen'. Those who paint are called painters; those who tend to plants and trees are gardeners; I cultivate people and become a craftsman. You are the person I created - a craftsman."
At that time, the water hibiscus was in full bloom, bright and fragrant. Just like when they first met.
However, the murder case that ensued in Liucheng and the night attack of assassins in Suzhou. Everything, he struggled to clear away the fog, but found that he had been deeply trapped in it and could not extricate himself.
Escape?
In this life, what does he seek in the end is the flowery smile beside him or the so-called righteousness and the world!
"Young master created me and raised me. I am willing to stay by your side."
Night falls quietly. The lanterns are on. The faint fragrance of magnolia flowers pinned to the ear floats. Whose heart did it stir? Who else was moved?
His image lingered in her mind, but she didn't know that the moment his sword pierced her chest, was she still happy?
The startling glimpse on the Luohe River amazed him forever.
How could that beautiful dream-like woman not make him fascinated? But when would she look back at him?
Conception: