This Lantern Festival is likely one that the people of Qinghe Bay will not forget in recent years.
The gunpowder exploded, and the flames soared into the sky.
In the biting cold wind, the entire village desperately fought the fire.
While putting out the fire, they cursed Gu Ruinian.
Gu Ruinian felt completely numb. Rather than being numbed by the gunpowder explosion, it was as if fate had numbed him.
He watched the villagers scurrying to put out the fire, looked at Tong Huaqiong and Gu Jingzhe, and his heart felt colder than the icicles hanging from the eaves.
The desire to make a name for himself and stir up storms in this era had been shattered by the gunpowder.
He couldn't understand why, as a transmigrator, he fared so poorly.
Even a mere girl like Gu Taohua was doing better than he was.
He was so close to turning his life around.
