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.,Zhong Jiawei held a bag in her hand, from which wafted a faint fragrance.。