It wasn't until that day that Huo Zhoushan realized that the willows had fallen, the flowers were about to fade, and the frivolity of youth had long been a thing of the past. He is the only one left in the world.
"Your Highness, what will you do to me if I rebel one day?" Yin Qingcheng raised his eyes and looked at Huozhou Mountain, his eyes filled with laughter.
Huo Zhoushan was a little surprised. He frowned and answered with a hint of doubt in his eyes: "Yin Qing, don't make fun of the current situation. The right way is to repel the enemy."
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"Qingcheng, why should you smile in Changchun without catkins flying in front of the flowers?" He held Yin Qingcheng in his hands, his eyes full of joy, but it seemed that the person in front of him was not the one he had seen when he was young, and there was a coldness in those eyes.
Affectionate in troubled times, sad yet sweet,
Yin Qingcheng (attack by a sinister and paranoid assassin) × Huo Zhoushan (a high-spirited prince)
Purpose: There must be bumps in the road of growth