This is the first time Zijing has come to Heilong Mansion. On such a cold day, this thin young man is only wearing a thin shirt, but his unusually fair skin, like powder, contrasts well with the snowy environment. Suddenly, a gust of wind mixed with biting cold blows violently, blowing the young man's bangs, and an eye-catching
The cross scar suddenly appeared on his forehead, and the boy gently smoothed his bangs, with an unnoticed ironic smile floating between his delicate eyebrows. All the love and hatred started here.