The sun's light shone from the distant horizon, and the long night was coming to an end. He walked firmly step by step. He said: "Ah Rong, I will take you away from Shanxi and Yinglong. Let's go to Bibei where there is no winter, no snow, and no cold. You must like it very much."
Liao Yanbai held her tightly in his arms, the green stubble on his chin rubbed against her shoulders, which were as white as snow, and his voice in her ears was like a poison.
Jiang Rong had been infatuated with her for ten years, and then she became disheartened and decided to marry someone else.
When Liao Yanbai, who was at the border, received the news that Jiang Rong was going to marry his younger brother, a string in his heart broke.
When she finally came back on her wedding day, he blocked the wedding sedan and snatched the bride away.
He ran his palms through her hair, picked up a strand and played with it, hearing her soft voice in his ears.
He twirled his hair with his fingertips and put it under his nose, smelling the faint sweetness that belonged to her.
He knew that some things would eventually be out of his control.
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The turbulent power struggle in the court caused the people to be displaced.
When Jiang Rong was a child, she lost the only relative who loved her in a cold winter. She was full of hatred and injustice, and she secretly vowed to take revenge.
Liao Yanbai spent ten taels to buy Jiang Rong's legs and gave her the happy home she had been dreaming about for three years. She was willing to become a sharp sword in Liao Yanbai's hand.
He Wenxi always said that she went crazy because of Liao Yanbai.
Liao Yanbai hated her to the core.
Liao Yanbai was ordered to lead troops to the border, and she silently guarded this city for him and waited for his return.
She knew that the woman in Liao Yanbai's heart was extremely good. He loved that woman as much as his life and would do anything for her.
Little did he know, she was the one who was most important to him in his heart.
●There is a thread in this article
●Having a handful of hair is really a waste of copywriting
Intention: Life and death are always together
