People trapped in darkness long for light, just like Ji Yansheng longs for Liang Cizhou.
That afternoon the sun was just right. He raised his head and his eyes shone brightly, "My name is Ji Yansheng, the extension of continuation, the birth of life." The young man smiled brightly, and his soft brown hair covered his ears, leaving only a reddish spot.
Under the dim lights and noisy crowd, the young man stood by the booth against the light and looked down condescendingly, leaving only his sharp profile. "My name is Ji Yansheng, remember me."
Liang Cizhou felt that this man was born to control himself. As an excellent soldier, the self-control he had always been proud of had no effect in front of him. It was like a jar of fine wine, which became more and more fragrant as time went by, making people want to eat it.
Strong. Military bandits.