Ji Hanxiao once thought that he would never see Fang Xun again in this life. After all, there was a blood feud between them.
He was lucky, Fang Xun lived a happy and worry-free life, and no one would ever know what he had done.
However, things never go as planned.
When Fang Xun raised his gun and pointed it at him with a cold smile, what appeared in his eyes was the innocent boy who wore a golden lock and was ignorant of the world.
He knew very well that the two of them had been each other's warm sunshine, but now they were also struggling with each other, hugging each other and fighting.