Feng Jingyun's deep and bright eyes were instantly filled with tears, which fell on the back of Hua Qingcheng's hand with a "patter".
Women don't shed tears easily, but only when they are heartbroken.
Feng Jingyun, a famous general of the Laifeng Kingdom, suddenly saw Hua Qingcheng, who looked very similar to him, sixteen years after his son passed away. The pain of losing her son was immediately aroused in her heart. She hugged Hua Qingcheng and began to sob and cry.
"You are... Feng Jingyun, General Feng?" Hua Qingcheng called softly.
Although the hot tears fell on the back of her hand, Hua Qingcheng had the illusion that her heart was burned.
Hua Qingcheng's eyes reddened as she recalled the heartbreaking sight of Old Man Mu hugging her and weeping bitterly. This once-illustrious general was now nothing more than a pitiful old man who had lost his beloved son.
"Am I... really that much like him..."
Hua Qingcheng blinked away the tears in her eyes, a trace of sadness flashed through her heart. She felt sorry for the brilliant Feng Lingyan, and also felt sympathy for Mr. Mu and the old General Feng in front of her.
The sparkling waves rise,
The dark smoke has not broken my soul.
Sadness follows the dream,
Can't bear to see the flower scars.
Feng Jingyun, immersed in her own sorrow, suddenly stopped crying when she heard Hua Qingcheng's words. After letting go of Hua Qingcheng, Feng Jingyun realized that she was hugging a woman and crying bitterly. And that woman, from her eyebrows to her facial features, was so similar to her Lingyan...
"Girl, who are you?"
Feng Jingyun's eyes were filled with tears, and he raised his hand and touched Hua Qingcheng's face tremblingly.
Hua Qingcheng narrowed her eyes slightly, then opened them again. Her throat churned and she swallowed a mouthful of sour liquid.
"I am... Hua Qingcheng."
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