Northern Border God

Jiang Ye, cloaked in the darkness of wind, stood like a steel blade before the dilapidated clinic, allowing withered leaves to fall upon his broad shoulders.,Seeing the hard-working child selling things, the valiant General Jiang, who stood tall and unwavering, gradually reddened his eyes. This child bore too many traces of him.,In the bustling marketplace, cute and playful sounds echoed incessantly.。