In the vast night sky, Ling Haotian stood alone at the foot of the city wall, where he had fought a few days ago. On that battlefield, Ling Haotian clearly saw his own life, his own life here. His Loujin fought on that battlefield, he almost died on the battlefield. Although for Ling Haotian, these things were just like smoke and clouds.
However, Ling Haotian could not help but think of the looks and helplessness in everyone's eyes. Every time he looked into everyone's eyes, Ling Haotian felt an indescribable feeling flowing in his heart. The rain was coming, and he stood behind him.
Ling Haotian did not notice. He looked at the sky in the distance, the lonesome stars scattered in all directions.
"What are you looking at?" Yu Jie asked behind her.
Ling Haotian said with a confused look
