Xu Zimo, clad in white, resembled freshly fallen snow. His hair danced with the cold wind, and his eyes were deep and boundless.,The Wheel Returning Old Man, the protagonist's golden finger grandfather, I am just a trifling pawn on your chessboard.,On both sides, the trees were laden with vibrant fruits. Even a single fruit plucked from them would be fiercely coveted by ordinary people, causing them to fight tooth and nail for it.。