C137 If You Are Not a Passerby Then You Are a Passerby

On the last day of cleaning up the battlefield, Tiantian rode her horse and watched from afar.

She saw a man in the distance.

He rode his horse in a group of red-clothed soldiers. He was tall and big, and his horse was like a jade tree in the wind. He was like a deity that had been exiled from the heavens