C1050 Seven Hundred and Ninety-three Years into the War

Xin could feel Xiao Jin Rong's trembling body, and could also see his clenched fists. This man was once so sunny, and he still remembered Xin Yi's white clothes when he first met this man. Now, a smile appeared on the tree, "Do you need help?" He would not think about the gains and losses like he did with the woman he had never seen before