In the pouring rain, a solid and strong hand held up the child who was running in the mud and almost fell.
The man's green robe was splashed with mud, and the hand that grabbed the child's collar was even more dirty.
He took the plain handkerchief from his sleeve and slowly wiped it clean between his fingers, watching the child run away indifferently.
Xiao Mingxi stood in the rain holding an umbrella, thinking she had caught a glimpse of a gentleman like a bamboo.
Unexpectedly, the situation in the capital city suddenly changed. The emperor's brother led the rebel soldiers to surround the city. He pointed at the person behind her and said with a smile: "Emperor sister, what kind of good person do you think he is?"
"I have checked, and the real Xunzi died of illness before he was eighteen. This person is just an impostor with evil intentions."
"From beginning to end, I just used you to get a high position."
The wine cup rolled down from the table, and when it hit the ground, it was shattered into pieces and a mess.
Xun Qi was full of alcohol, and his eyes were so drunk that it was difficult to tell, and he caressed the person in the painting.
"In the past, I looked at others with cold eyes and regretted it, but now I feel the pain when it comes to my own body."
He laughed sarcastically and grabbed the cold blade beside him.
It's better to just get it over with.
Intention: holding hands and looking at the world side by side.