He seemed to be stuck in the mud of fate, tossed and turned, but ended in hopelessness, leaving only an empty body and dry dust.
——Until Ji Zhong appeared and Yan Ting was pulled out of the filthy quagmire. From then on, there were no more hardships and ups and downs. He was shrouded in his brilliance and his shadows had no way to escape.
"I turned into wings and returned, and my wing feathers were forever stained with the light of joy."
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