Faced with the man who had accompanied him growing up and was also his brother and father, he was persecuted and died because of himself. How could Song Xiyu feel so embarrassed? ! Holding the jadeite that had been passed down for thousands of years in his hand, he could no longer hold back the grief in his heart and let the cold tears slide down quietly...
How could you let him feel sad? ! How could you let him suffer? ! I don't know when I started to get used to pampering and caring. Family ties or love are no longer important, but there is a belief deep in his heart: I don't want him to be sad, I don't want him to suffer, as long as it is what he wants, he will give it with all his heart, even if it costs his life, he will have no regrets...