Memories are like the wind of that year, it just blew by and disappeared without a trace
In Xu Xiyao's memory, her father was always dressed in white, but later the white clothes turned into a wisp of mist and enveloped her. Yu Heng said that her father was wronged, but the truth was that it disappeared into the wind along with the fire in Jiangnan. No matter how heavy the rain in Jiangnan that year was, it could not extinguish the fire, just like the fog that could never be cleared away.
When Mu Anhe met Xu Xiyao for the first time, he just lamented that the past was gone. Later, he discovered that this girl was not only the daughter of an old friend, but also his companion for the rest of his life. However, how could he sit idly by and ignore the yellow sand in the north of Saibei?
You know, there are not only red-sleeved beauties in the capital, but also chess games with no ending. You and I are both pawns. No one is playing the game, and everyone is in the game.
The Last General × The Rebellious Daughter
Mu Anhe, come back
Yu Heng, I don't believe in fate
Lu Yu, I wish you a smooth road ahead.
Xiaoxiao, don't wait any longer
Qi Jing, it is a pity that you were not born at the right time.
Good people are bad, bad people are not bad enough, it is a tragedy
Purpose: To maintain peace