There are rumors in the world that Wen Lingxi, the master of Daqi, is beautiful in appearance and unparalleled in elegance. Unfortunately, he treats others as cold and ruthless as ice. Shen Yibai looked at the smiling man in front of him and felt deeply how terrible the rumors were.
"Abo, my heart is pleased with you."
"Yes, yes, I understand."
On the Lantern Festival when he was seventeen years old, Shen Yibai was commanding the battlefield in the northwest military camp without any friends. At that time, he did not and did not dare to expect future happiness.
On the Lantern Festival when he was twenty-seven years old, Shen Yibai had relatives who cared about him, friends who could trust him with his life, everything he loved and people who loved him. For the first time, he knew that it could be so lively around him.
Conception:……