บท 258: An Arrow Ruins His Life

Tiny drops made streams, which then converged into a river. The river had arduously rolled on for thousands upon thousands of miles through valleys, hills, plains, and mudflats, and finally, it mightily and torrentially flowed ahead and gushed into the sea. How joyful it was! It was exactly how Ning Que felt now.

Originally, he was only an urchin in Chang'an City that had unexpectedly suffered from misfortune. He had seen and experienced the ugliest and most dangerous things in this world and had to roam about with Sangsang at such a young age. And in the end, life had made him a young wood-chopper in the border town.