Regarding the matter of rebirth, Li Mingshu expressed that she was very calm.
Whether it was repaying a favor or repaying love, in this life, Li Mingshu identified him as Wei Zheng.
The twelfth lunar month of winter--
It was raining and snowing, and the woman was wearing a white fox fur cloak. Her skin was as white as fat, and her red lips were even more beautiful than the red plums. She was holding an umbrella and walking slowly, her red lips slightly opened.
"General Wei, I'm here to say goodbye."
Concept: The story of the general and the little girl