On the Way to Find My Mother, I Met Master

The only light when I was a child - my mother-in-law. But after being oppressed by his tribe, he turned around and became his disciple, with a voice as cold as ice and a graceful figure that resembled his mother's. Under heavy suspicion, I suddenly discovered that the master whom I hated so much and thought was so delicate and artificial had once poured out his tenderness on the child's side. Why did he cling to the beauty of spring and autumn in those years? Master, the traitor is here to find you. Bai Chi Shu·Yun Chuan Intention: No