Northern Border God

Jiang Ye, cloaked in the darkness of wind, stood like a steel blade before the dilapidated clinic, allowing withered leaves to fall upon his broad shoulders.,He went to a temple in China, took monastic vows with his hair shaved, ate vegetarian food and chanted sutras to atone for the sins he had committed for his son.,For eight years, Jiang Ye every day and night, his heart yearns for the defiled child.。