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The soldier king Haotian was reborn in another world, acquired the Heavenly Jealousy System, and soared into the sky. When the corpses of all the enemies had turned into stepping stones for him, when he looked back at dusk, the figure in the dim light had long since disappeared. "If I lose you, what's the point of winning the world?" Looking at the dagger and sword full of memories in his hand, Mu Haotian only saw loneliness and sadness in his eyes. The heroic spirit and ambition are lofty and proud, but it turns out that the hero is lonely.

A century-old consortium in the center of the continent has only one daughter in seven generations, named Nian Zhi. His mind is clear and his eyes are like springs, reflecting everything in the world. -- When I saw you, I knew that you must be gentle and bright, shining like the bright moon. He is like the moonlight scattered on the grassland, so the boy who clenches his fists - his love is forbearing and quiet. He stands on tiptoes at the age of 10, leaning his head gently on Zhou Xi's shoulder, wrapping his arms around his waist, and saying seriously for the last time, "Zui Xu, the most beautiful fireworks I have ever witnessed with you is the best gift you have given me." Even if you appear in my life with calculations, I will make grand preparations for you and wait quietly for you. Even the moon has a dark side, he is cold-blooded and gloomy. The boat will arrive at the river bank, the party will come to an end, and I will close you, the last page of my first love. -- The reason for skipping classes from year to year, the deskmate who was re-elected at the beginning of school and... The neighbor who is directly opposite the window sill, Wanli. In the eyes of outsiders, he is proud, straight forward, always the first in everything, born in the light, full of hot sun. Nian Zhi smiled bitterly, wanting everyone to know how annoying Wan Li was. Wan Li hates New Year's Eve, loves to cry and make trouble. Bells ring, day and night are exchanged. He knelt down next to the tree, and his eyes, which were always clear and bright in the past, gradually became hollow against the sunlight. Nian Zhi, who still loves to cry, squeezed her hand and said softly. "Wanli, we want to reach the top of the mountain together and be the proud and number one that everyone wants." "The New Year is here, hold my hand." The wind blew the young man's forehead, and the love that could not be expressed was reflected in the dusk, and could not escape wherever the person beside him was. X Two male protagonists!