I am Yang Xiao, the left envoy of light who is inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people in Mingjiao.
These words blew up a storm called legend or destiny in that small room. That moment was the beginning of Ji Xiaofu's destiny. Years later, she still remembered the pride and frivolity between his eyebrows, which made the whole sky lose its color. She always wonders, if she didn't know who he was, would their fate be different?
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