Li Huaifeng, who was new to the world, picked up the seriously injured Ding Ruoxiu beside the stone bridge.
When Ding Ruoxiu woke up, he had forgotten the past.
Li Huaifeng took the opportunity and said, "You are mine."
Ding Ruoxiu was dressed in black and looked cold.
He looked at the good-looking sword in his hand and asked, "What about this sword?"
Li Huaifeng said firmly: "This is your woodcutter."
Ding Ruoxiu:... I believe you are a ghost
Intention: Gratitude and resentment in the world of rivers and lakes
