He is a secret guard and a dead soldier. The thoughts of his daughter's family are deeply hidden in their hearts, obscured by the changes in the world and the surging undercurrents. It is a sacrificial defective product, and it is also a glass cup held in the palm of the hand. The world's definition of preciousness and cheapness is for her, and she is in it, unconsciously. The shady waiter falls in love with the Lord who is born to be light. The cheap and dirty secret guard fell in love with the supreme and noble emperor. When he was dug out of the pile of dead people, he set foot on the Naihe Bridge, a place of death and no life. This is your fate, and it is your fate.
[This novel is purely fictional. My writing style is very bad. If you don't like it, please don't criticize it.
[Purely original, I refuse to start a fight, but we welcome friends who give serious suggestions.
[This is my first creation. If there are any errors, please feel free to correct them.
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