The three of them walked slowly, two in front and one behind.
The setting sun cast slanted shadows, golden halos draped over them from top to bottom. It was truly dazzling and impressive.
After nearly half a year of separation.
The black hair flows like water, remaining youthful inch by inch.
Her beauty remains today.
However, Qin Qiu's magnanimity and infinite tolerance did not bring Chen Yang any sense of joy or contentment, but rather a heavy feeling deep down.
A feeling that was indescribable.
Does Qin Qiu really not care?
She is not a saint, after all, she is just a mortal with a distinctive personality and a true expression of various emotions.
Yet, in front of Chen Yang, she showed infinite tolerance.
The reason for this.
Chen Yang's excellence, as well as his status as the War God of the State, is indeed one aspect.
