Mu Yuan walked to a corner and suddenly flashed in. The darkness buried all his sorrow. He let his tears cover his face. He was never a sensitive and delicate person. The MU family's father had believed that heroes came from sticks and sticks since he was young, so he was very strict with him. Otherwise, he would not have thrown him to the military camp so early to study and temper his heart.
Father mu always said that men don't shed tears easily. They could break their heads, bleed, but not cry.
However, how many times had he been so desperate that he wanted to die during this long period of disappointment?
He clearly knew that all of this was arranged by someone. How could he be so lucky to have such an honor, to have a cold city landmark give him birthday wishes?
He could not even lie to himself.
Everything that was perfect was a scam.
She was just trying to make him happy.
