Jieyuan had never seen someone like Li Rongsi who could run back to block the knife for him after being kicked far away by him.
That day, the sky was white and snow was falling heavily.
The Grand Bachelor of Guanghan Pavilion, who had always shown himself to be as cold as frost and snow, with a towering moonlight, finally ran towards the bright red on bare feet and hugged the dying man tightly without caring about etiquette.
"Han Jun..." The man smiled.
"Yes, yes."
For the first time, he felt what was irreversible.
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The weak iceberg beauty vs. The innocent little luck
Intention: Tao is connected with heaven, and destiny is determined by people.
