"My life has been full of waves.
Not tied to the boat, not remembering the way home.
——Until one snowy night,
I met a pair of eyes,
It contains the unmelted moonlight from three hundred years ago. "
Chen Han woke up from three hundred years of ice with no memory.
He remembered that he was the proud son of the Lingxiao Sect, and remembered the past when his sword was as sharp as frost and his reputation spread throughout the world, but he forgot all about it——
According to history books, he was already dead.
In this life, Dan Ning has killed demons and immortals, from a fallen prince to an iron-blooded emperor.
Everyone knew that the emperor was violent and capricious, but they didn't know that there was a sword deep in his chamber, with a long lamp burning beside it.
——It's like waiting for someone who will never come home.
Paranoid loyal dog virtuous attack x cold and stubborn breeder pretending to be B-suffering
1v1, both physically and mentally clean, under the age of 18
Intention: In the midst of great waves, neither joy nor fear
