[Jianghu·Group Portraits Series]
Overnight, Shenjiazhuang was wiped out. At the same time, the "Shen Family Sword Manual", which swordsmen in the world were flocking to, also lost news with the destruction of Shenjiazhuang.
That night, Shenjiazhuang was filled with flames, and the sounds of fighting, crying, and triumphant laughter intertwined into a nightmare symphony.
Shen Er, who was only fourteen years old, rarely put away his cynical temper. Her bright eyes reflected the firelight and Shen San's figure who blocked the fatal sword for her.
Shen San said, Second sister, I believe you. Xiaowu is also left to you.
Shen Er was speechless, why should he believe her? Do you believe she can rebuild the Shen family, or can she protect Shen Xiaowu?
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Many years later, Shen Er and Shen Xiaowu reunited with gray hair in the Shen family in Mobei.
"Second sister, I'm leaving, please take care of yourself."
Shen Er sneered, his eyes cloudy yet clear, "Have you ever complained about me over the years?"
Shen Xiaowu said nothing and just shook his head.
I'm old, I'm old, and I no longer have the strength to pursue the details that have been shattered by time.
Purpose: Cherish the people around you
