Northern Border God

Jiang Ye, cloaked in the darkness of wind, stood like a steel blade before the dilapidated clinic, allowing withered leaves to fall upon his broad shoulders.,"I can only barely survive at a small company, and now I cannot say for sure if Chen Yi is still there.",Seeing the hard-working child selling things, the valiant General Jiang, who stood tall and unwavering, gradually reddened his eyes. This child bore too many traces of him.。