Shengjing Chronicles

"Feng Qingyao, you are a liar. You said you would wait for me to come back. Why don't you wait?" "You haven't done anything you promised me!" The man in armor knelt in the rain and cried while holding the cold tombstone. Ji Jingpei fell in love with her heart, but she didn't know it. With just one step, her sweetheart would have fallen into the blue, and the world would be separated forever. "If I knew that was the last time I saw her, I would definitely hug her and tell her to wait for me to come back!" Ji Jingpei often thought like this when he was alone in the long nights and as lonely as snow. The clouds are like a dog and the years are passing by. They said: The regent of the Zhou Dynasty never smiled or loved anyone. Little did the spectators know that the scenery south of the Yangtze River was blooming with flowers that year, and the wind and frost in the north were not biting. He was accompanied by a little girl.