In the twelfth year of Yongjia, winter, heavy snow swirled.,A flash of light crossed Xie Zhiwei's eyes. If there was anyone in this world who deserved to be hated more than Xiao Changxuan, it would be this ungrateful wretch right before him.,"Qing'er, don't be sad, I'm here for you!" Xiao Changxuan felt heartbroken and reached out to embrace the beauty in his arms, saying, "The Xie family is dead, wiped out completely. They all deserve it, and from now on, no one will ever bully you again!"。