Her voice, which had long since been engraved into her bones, was no longer doting on her. Instead, it had become cold and mocking. This caused Feng Mojin's heart to sink.
The things that she feared the most, the things that she did not want to face, finally came true.
He always thought that his life would always be accompanied by the battlefield and killing. Because he was a general, a general who must be proud of fighting on the battlefield in battle. But when that person appeared, the previous ambition was gradually filled with children's love.
Meeting her was the luck of his life.
Since meeting the painting, Jiang Xian always thought about it like this from time to time. For him, painting was the most beautiful accident in his life in nearly twenty years. Every generation of the Ji
