When I was sixteen years old, I met Zhao Yanling. He pushed away a group of gangsters surrounding me and stretched out a hand to me. At that time, his eyebrows were crooked and his smile was gentle. He softly coaxed me into crying. In panic, I looked up at him. I felt that the person in front of me was like a god descending from the earth. He saved me from the sea of fire. I promised to do something for him...
Extra chapter of The Legend of Qiniang
Intention: In this life, the mountains are high and the rivers are long, but he is the only one in his eyes.