Jiang Xiubai loves passionately, but he also loves carefully.
Three hundred years ago, in the turbulent ice field, Fusheng Immortal Lord came to the rescue. Jiang Xiubai looked at the disgusting faces around him. He was trembling with anger but could not do anything to them, because they were the people he protected.
He hated it, why should he die instead of others, why could they watch him die without fear?
Jiang Xiubai hugged the person in his arms tightly. It was too cold on the ice field, and he should warm him up.
Jiang Xiubai finally went crazy.
Crazy criticism and acceptance, no attack on the outside or inside.
Intention: Even if Yin and Yang are separated, I can still bring you back and come to this mortal world for a while.