Song Nuanyu was hung on the city wall for public display due to a serious crime.
She did not eat or drink, and was exposed to the sun for two days, almost dying.
On the day she was rescued, she saw Fu Qingyi standing not far away.
He has a stunning appearance and a slender frame.
Wearing a curtain hat, with a thin and transparent white veil around the brim hanging down to his waist, he has a light breath, as gentle as jade, and extremely mysterious.
Song Nuanyu knew that after today, this man would no longer be her husband.
She believed in him, sympathized with him, and was sincerely devoted to him.
However, he deceived her, deceived her, killed her, cut off her livelihood, destroyed her people, and destroyed her country.
Fu Qingyi has unparalleled martial arts skills and profound knowledge in the city. Everyone only follows him. His words can make the world tremble.
His face is kind and gentle, and the breeze is bright and clear.
In fact, no one is more cold-blooded and cunning than him.
Don't meet him, avoid him, stay as far away as possible. She thought.
Intention: To keep the passion alive and compete with the sun and the moon for glory
