If the world talks about the Mexican wind, they can't help but think of the Manzhu Shahua on the other side of the river. The young man's wanton frivolity can't be suppressed even by the gorgeous red clothes. On the contrary, it makes his skin look like winter snow.
However, such a magnificent person is still trapped by the gears of fate.
He fell in love with his enemy's son, and such a bad relationship took the two from acquaintance and brotherly love to an irreversible point.
Shi Wushuang looked at the people in front of him who were getting farther and farther away from him, and lowered his panicked eyes: "Xifeng, that is the grudge of the older generation, why do you insist on doing this with me?"
The voice of the young man in white was very low, as if he was begging for forgiveness. Isn't that exactly the case? He just hopes that the other party will forgive him.
"I'm sorry." Mo Xifeng's delicate brows and eyes were stained with a look of pain. His voice was very soft, like the breeze blowing on his face, but his words were so decisive: "I can't let go."
He has not forgotten now that when Shi Wushuang's father massacred his entire Chixiao Clan, the blood-colored clothes were all soaked in the blood of his family!
…
It's just a bad relationship, so why expect to grow old together? !
In this life, Shi Wushuang is only crazy about Mexico.
Intention: Jianghu grudges