Northern Border God

Su city in September, autumn wind bleak, fallen leaves scattered.,"Son, Mom doesn't blame you, but please promise me that after you get out of prison, you will give your life to make up for the hurt you have caused the child.",Seeing the hard-working child selling things, the valiant General Jiang, who stood tall and unwavering, gradually reddened his eyes. This child bore too many traces of him.。