First Era, Dragon Lo

Standing under the dilapidated low eaves, behind him was the setting sun, its twilight casting across his surroundings. Jiang Zhihao felt as if he had just woken from a dream.,The complexion that should have been rosy is now pale. To put it nicely, her skin is fair; to put it harshly, she's malnourished.,Many times Jiang Zhihao would think, just how much hatred for himself, and just how desperate one had to be, to choose to end their life in this way.。