C345 I Am Not Alone

Shizheng of Tibetan Scriptures Repeated to 86

The beautiful figure quietly stood by the shore, lost in thought …

Zhang Xian woke up from his dream once again. When he woke up, his entire body was drenched in sweat.

In a small tent in the Grand Army's campsite, it was pitch black. Zhang Xian looked at the dark sky outside his window