Qi'anlin's army passed by Luoshen Temple and saw the little girl piously closing her eyes and muttering: "Lord Buddha, my little girl Ahri has a gracious request. I hope that the praying army will return from the battle soon. I can, don't eat my toffee..." Childish and sincere, the little girl suddenly stood up and put the jade pendant in Qi'anlin's hand. The little girl turned and ran away. The hand was small and white, and Qi Anlin was still in a daze. The lingering smile in his mind softened into his heart.
In the blink of an eye, Chu Li and Hairpin were gone, but Chu Cheng died on the battlefield... What was left in the hall was a lingering song, cold and tactful: The old friend has returned, and I wish the sky will last forever. Life and death are boundless. Looking forward to the date of return, the hearts are close, and I will accompany you in life and death...
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