Although Yuan Qingyang didn't know what happened, it was the first time he had seen Jiang Huwei look like this at this time.
He hugged Jiang Huowei's hand tightly in fear, only to realize that Jiang Huowei had been clenching the hand holding the sword at his waist. The strength was different from usual and difficult to shake.
In the storyteller's story, the killing is always a drizzly night.
Intention: In this world, it is difficult to say whether we are close or not. Love in this world sometimes has nothing to do with blood ties.