Father, like a tiger, Xiao Dingtian, and that Yangliu Riverbank, standing in the wind with tears streaming down his face, crying to himself, wanting to spend a normal life with the girl who wanted to live an ordinary life.,Xu Zimu looked into the distance, his white clothes blending with the mist. The wind seemed to be picking up, and there was a hint of madness in his smile.,After a long silence, a gentle breeze seemed to break the stillness. Xu Qing Shan slowly raised his head.。