First Era, Dragon Lo

Standing under the dilapidated low eaves, behind him was the setting sun, its twilight casting across his surroundings. Jiang Zhihao felt as if he had just woken from a dream.,But Jiang Zhihao had never resented Zhong Jiawei, because Zhong Jiawei also died in the fire.,Lily took the roasted duck and said with a smile, "Mom, you worked hard!"。