Song Hengjiang watched silently as 'Zhuang Chenggan' imprinted the Array Pattern, the intricate lines like little flowers blooming around Song Wanxi.
At this moment, Song Wanxi's eyes were lightly closed, with two streaks of bright red on her beautifully arched eyebrows, the blood from the very heart of 'Zhuang Chenggan'.
He had always known how deeply his sister loved Zhuang Chenggan.
Having fallen into demonization, had Wanxi not closed her eyes for two hundred and eighteen years because she sensed Zhuang Chenggan, allowing her to finally sleep peacefully?
The youthful-looking Zhuang Chenggan of today, he seemed quite unaccustomed to him.
He was still more used to the Zhuang Chenggan who was unsightly in appearance and magnanimous in character.
Indeed. In his memory, Zhuang Chenggan had the heroism of "befriending the chivalrous figures from the five major cities," as well as the indifference toward life and death typical of a general.
