First Era, Dragon Lo

Jiang Zhihao was certain it wasn't a dream, because dreams wouldn't let him remember so clearly. He could recall every single moment that had happened.,The complexion that should have been rosy is now pale. To put it nicely, her skin is fair; to put it harshly, she's malnourished.,The mother and child clung to each other, their faces etched with grief. It was a memory he would never forget, the most painful of his life.。