C167 Dust All over His Face and Hair like Frost

Ten years of life and death were boundless. Without thinking, one would never forget it. A thousand miles of lonely grave with no place to speak of such desolation.

Even though they did not know each other, their faces were covered with dust and their hair was like frost.

The dream of the night suddenly returned to the village, small Xuan window, dressing, looking at each other without words