It's said that the success of a general comes at the cost of a thousand dried bones!
Now that Ye Xunhuan holds such a high position, then the blood on his hands...
When he was killing back in the day, did he ever feel guilty?
When he was fighting others back then, was he ever injured?
When he was injured, who helped him heal?
Was he like a lone wolf, hiding in a dark corner, silently licking his wounds?
At this moment, Qiu Ruoxi's heart was filled with sorrow.
She felt sorry for Ye Xunhuan. What did he pay, to hold his current position? What dangers did he experience to reach his present status?
Qiu Ruoxi didn't know and couldn't imagine.
Looking at the usually cheerful Ye Xunhuan in front of her, Qiu Ruoxi couldn't help but imagine Ye Xunhuan's past in her mind.
Back then, he probably didn't want to kill either, right?
But if he didn't kill, he would be killed. He was forced to draw his blade, wasn't he?
