Long Mengxuan looked at the cold and quiet wind with black face: "you already know why don't you tell me right away?"

"there is no evidence!"

"you --"

longmengxuan felt very ashamed. No matter who discovered it, there was no wind, cold and quiet. He was ashamed, but he could not be angry with her. He was rational.

the cold and kind comfort said: "don't think bad. From another point of view, maybe that man is the one who took your sweetheart away. Follow his clues and you may find the real Wu poetry. Don't you get lucky because of misfortune?"

sweetheart?

a woman he hasn't seen in years, is...