In the morning light on the mountain top, Le Shang looked at the bell on his waist, closed his eyes lightly, a few tears fell down the corners of his eyes, and whispered "Chen Xi..." Softly. Five hundred years ago, Le Shang was a young boy in fluttering white clothes. Le Shang will never forget that day, and the young man who fell in his arms looked so cold. The blood dyed the white clothes red. From then on, there was no longer the young man in white clothes in the world, only blood-stained clothes. Someone asked, why does Le Shang like Chen Xi? Le Shang narrowed his eyes, as if remembering something, and raised the corners of his mouth, "Chen Xi is so good, why don't I like him?" It's not just like, it's love. His Chen Xi is so good, he loves him so much. Le Shang thought that Chen Xi was his life, everything to him, the person he tried his best to protect. As long as he still exists in this world, he will always love his Chen Xi.