The Exclusive Daught

In the twelfth year of Yongjia, winter, heavy snow swirled.,From Xie Zhiwei's corner, a surge of emotion once again overflowed, flowing along the white stream, shocking and astounding his gaze.,Everything before his eyes slowly dissipated, and finally, only a handsome young man in silver armor with a crimson cloak billowing in the wind, carrying a gun and striding forward remained...。