Many years later, the streets still felt deserted to him, even though there were people coming and going.
Someone passed by on the other side.
At that moment, he shed tears. Warm. Stinging.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing, I just saw... An old friend..."
"Eh? What did you say?" He looked at the baby in a suit, confused.
"I mean, spend more time with that guy from the Prison Temple." The child's voice had a strangely cunning tone. "This is a mission given to you by the family."
"Oh? Really?" He grinned, showing a wide smile. "Then I will work hard."
In fact, destiny is the symbol of intersection, shining brightly in the morning light---
and.
The Jiurui Mountain Tea blooms at the end of the red soil.
Conception: