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.,It's rare for a four-year-old to be able to do this.,But Jiang Zhihao had never resented Zhong Jiawei, because Zhong Jiawei also died in the fire.。