In the early morning, as the first ray of sunlight pierced the horizon from east to west, Su Guyan woke up, but Ye Xunhuan was still lost in his dreams!
Ye Xunhuan in his dreams seemed like a naughty big kid, with a slight curve to his lips, quiet and pure, as though the vicissitudes of life on him had completely faded away.
However, the many large and small scars that had long healed still remained on his body!
Some stretched over ten centimeters, some still faintly showed the marks of stitches, and some were outright lethal wounds.
But Ye Xunhuan was still very much alive!
These scars were just like pieces of tattered cloth stitched back together, starkly conspicuous, yet they resembled an ancient and splendid Mountain River Map, arousing curiosity about the lands they represented.
Gazing at the scars on Ye Xunhuan's body, Su Guyan felt a vague ache in her heart.
