War drums are beating, wolf smoke is billowing, artillery fire is flying, and blood is flowing.
"Brother."
In a daze, He Danzhen saw the girl whose eyes were full of him again, and murmured:
"Xiao Jian, live on. If you meet your beloved again and enjoy this peaceful and prosperous life in your lifetime, I... I'm afraid I can only protect you so far."
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"Brother"
"brother"
By the Furong Lake, the young Gu Yan never thought that this boy was what he had been pursuing all his life...
Therefore, I look for it in my dream while lying on my pillow, but the dream is not a lamp and burns out.
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Intention: If Gu Tian's life were to be divided into two halves, it would be one half loving him and the other half missing him.