Chinese New Year's Eve is approaching.
Naughty children are already starting to play with firecrackers.
The whole city can almost hear the constant crackling of firecrackers, accompanied by the pure and innocent laughter of countless children.
Ye Xiaoying stood with her sword in the courtyard where she lived alone, quietly listening to the distant sound of firecrackers, her beautiful eyes as if holding a whole world.
That year, snow was flying...
Once, he was weak, sickly, impoverished, and looked down upon by all his classmates, as humble as a speck of dust.
But now, he is a dragon among men, powerful and influential, renowned in Yan Country, and all the enemies who stood in his way are almost all dead.
He is omnipotent, standing tall and proud!
He... is no longer that little beggar.
She... is no longer that snot-nosed girl.
"I really miss it."
Ye Xiaoying sighed gently, her starry eyes shimmering with nostalgia.
If only time could flow backward, if only...
Suddenly.
