Northern Border God

Jiang Ye, cloaked in the darkness of wind, stood like a steel blade before the dilapidated clinic, allowing withered leaves to fall upon his broad shoulders.,Ten years ago, Jiang Ye lived in the Jiang family, one of the three great families in Yan City.,The first photo shows a young man with a pale face and vacant eyes sitting alone in the corner of a bar, silently drinking. His gaze is fixed on the dance floor, watching the wildly swaying young people, his eyes filled with struggle and indecision.。