Xiao Zhi held the umbrella for him, but Zhou Yao pushed the umbrella away. His handsome features were taut in the cold rain, and his footsteps were rushed. As a result, he failed to notice the small pit in front of him. The man's tall body swayed, then he knelt on one knee in the puddle.
"General!" Everyone cried out in surprise.
Zhou Yao had always been a legend in the army, a god-like existence in the hearts of everyone. In all these years, no one had ever seen him in such a sorry state. In their eyes, this man would never fall.
However, after Zhou Yao knelt on one knee, he was unable to get up again. Bang! He punched the ground, causing water to splash in all directions. He furrowed his sword-like brows, and then his handsome and cold facial features twisted together in pain. "Zhiyuan..."
His Leng Zhiyuan!
Not only did he lose her, but now he even lost the red rope necklace.
