author:North of Night
state:serializing
brief introduction:
That child, amidst this bitter winter, wore only a thin, long garment. Originally pure white, the shirt was now stained crimson by endless streams of water.,Amidst the raging wind and trembling mountains, Ye Qingtang, who was resting in the harbor, fell into the abyss with a shattered boulder.,The next second, the man's finger suddenly tapped on Ye Qingtang's brow. A golden ray quietly melted into Ye Qingtang's brow...。